Chapter 134 – Ogden

For the millionth time today, I straightened my bow tie. Every detail of my tuxedo was perfect. Not a thing out of place. Gabe walked back into our suite and handed me a box.

I looked down at it. “What’s this?”

“The beautiful bride asked me to give it to you.” He gave me a smile. Poured two glasses of scotch and handed one to me.

“Was she in her dress?” I was eager to see her. I wasn’t allowed to see the dress before we got married…again. She was adamant about that. When Sophia lugged the huge garment bag to the house, she gave me strict instructions that if I looked at it she would castrate me.

“Yes, and let me tell you, she looks amazing. I may try to kidnap her and take her as my own bride.” He took a swig of his scotch.

I glared at him. “Not funny. As my best man you are supposed to support me, not steal my bride.”

He shrugged. “No one gave me the rules of the position.” He chuckled.

I pulled the top off of the box. Laying on top of a book was a note, ‘I know this isn’t a lot, but I was hoping that we can make more memories. But what is enclosed in these pages was our start and I hope we can finish it out with even more. Love Willow.’

I sat the note next to the box, the cover read, ‘Ogden & Willow.’ There were notes written all over it professing love and union. I pulled the book out of the box and flipped to the first page. The first page has details from our middle school and high school. There was a picture of Willow in that bright pink sweater that I first saw her in. She was standing at the door clutching her backpack straps.

I smiled down at the page. There was a picture of me with spiked hair and frosted tips. I couldn’t help but laugh at my ridiculous fashion choices. Each page contained a little something from our past. There was even one picture of both of us. It was at the after-school class where she would attend to help her catch up. Each student was sitting at a desk all looking at the teacher. But my gaze was on Willow.

The note next to that picture read, ‘How did I not know you were in love with me???’ I snorted at the picture.

Willow added her acceptance letter to Moore Enterprises. The key card from the hotel that we slept together for the first time. A napkin from one of the restaurants that I brought her to. A picture of the Real Housewives. The sonogram of our little nugget. I traced the little blob with my finger. I swallowed.

“I think she beat you on the gift giving.” Gabe laughed behind me.

“Without a doubt.” I smiled down at the book. “This is the best present she could have gotten me. Even with all the money in the world.”

“Are you ready, Mr. Moore?” The wedding planner popped her head into the room.

I took a deep breath and closed the book. “More ready than I will ever be.” I smiled at the woman and followed her to where the ceremony was going to be held.

Willow wanted an outdoor wedding. But the forecast showed that it was going to be storming all week. The wedding planner tried to reassure her that rain at a wedding was good luck. Willow just shrugged and said that we can switch to indoor.

I wanted her to have the wedding of her dreams, so I had the wedding planner make it look like the outdoors. All of Willow’s details plus a little extra to make it look as if we were out in nature. Foliage hung from the rafters of the venue. The whole place was perfumed with flowers, peonies were in tufts at the end of every row. Wisteria hung on the walls. There wasn’t a square inch of the place that didn’t have some sort of flower or leaves. The wedding planner did a great job.

There were people already seated in the rows, chatting animatedly to each other. Everyone was pointing to different areas commenting on the beautiful decorations. People would gasp when they found another detail they hadn’t noticed before.

The rows quickly filled up, the music started playing, and my heart went up to my throat. Gabe squeezed my shoulder and gave me smile. I was nervous. I don’t know why I was nervous, but I was. I kept on thinking that throughout planning this wedding, Willow would just decide that she didn’t want to do it and leave.

I knew she was getting frustrated with me because I was always buying her presents. I wanted to give something to her to equal what she gave to me. She agreed to marry me. That was the best thing anyone could have given me, and she gave it happily.

Not only that, but she was pregnant with my child. Every time I tried to help her she scowled me and told me to stop babying her. And that she wasn’t even that pregnant yet and could do things for herself.

Sophia walked down the aisle, bouquet held in front of her, and she was beaming. She was beyond excited that her best friend was marrying her cousin. She winked at my contractor, Alan. I knew that they were in a relationship, and I was happy that they got together.

Sophia took her place across from Gabe. The music changed to an instrumental version of ‘A Thousand Years.’ A chill ran through my body, and I held my breath. This was it; this was the moment I was going to see my bride walk through the double doors and make her way to me. For forever.

Willow walked up to the entrance and paused; she was looking down at the floor. I could see her taking a deep breath and then look up at me. I smiled at her, and she beamed back at me. My eyes started to sting.

Her mom held on to her arm escorting her down the aisle. Besty was trying to keep Willow on beat with the music, but I could tell she wanted to race to the end and stand next to me. She looked like an angel walking on clouds.

My heart pounded in my chest, each step she took closer to me I wanted to break free and run to her. To meet her halfway. Gabe placed his hand on my shoulder as if he could read my mind. I kept my eyes locked on Willow.

A plethora of cameras clicked around Willow as she finally was only a few feet away from me. I allowed a few paparazzi to join today so they would get off our backs. We were able to keep the pregnancy under wraps, but that was only going to last for so long.

“Hi.” Willow said as she smiled up at me.

“Hi, back.” I offered her my hand to help her up the stairs. She kissed her mother on her cheek and then took it. Standing in front of me, she was a vision.

Willow handed Sophia her large bouquet, I took both of her hands in mine. This wedding was so different than our first wedding. The first one was quick, and we weren’t dressed for the occasion. We had a contract then, and I knew Willow was a little disappointed that she didn’t get the full experience.

Today though, she got everything. I wanted to make sure that she got everything that she wanted and then some. I made sure that she had a fun bachelorette party, even though she was pregnant I wanted her to have fun. I instructed the bridal gown shop to not show her any price tags. I wanted her to enjoy the experience and pick the dress of her dreams.

I told Willow that I only requested one thing for the wedding and that she got whatever else she wanted. I wanted us to have the same officiant as we did for the first wedding. He was so happy getting to marry us then, and I could only guess how excited he was that he was doing it on a grander scale.

I couldn’t focus on what the officiant was saying. I could only focus on Willow. Her beautiful face, her eyes, her lips, everything about her was perfect and I was marrying her.

“Does anyone have a reason why these two shouldn’t be wed?” A hush went through the crowd as we waited for someone to say something.

“I do!” A yell came from the door. Grace entered in a white dress. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “I have a reason!”

Willow’s face turned to horror; her mouth hung open as she slowly looked at Grace who was hustling up the aisle. She was holding a bouquet of her own.

The look on my face was a scowl. I wanted to kill her for crashing our wedding. She wasn’t invited and the security was told to keep her out.

I didn’t have to say anything, Gabe stepped in. “Grace, what the hell?” He took a few steps down to block her from getting any closer to us.

“He should be with me!” She screamed so the whole venue could hear. “Oggie, look.” She gestured to her outfit. “We can get married today. I’m ready!”

I looked at Willow, her face was in pure utter shock. We both thought that we were done with Grace and her crazy antics. She hasn’t popped up in a while and we just assumed that she was over it.

I pulled Willow into my arms and looked at Grace over her head. “Security! Get her out of here!” I pointed at the woman who was being held off by Gabe. Even though I wasn’t sure if I could rely on him, at this moment I was happy he was here.

“No! I know you love me. She is just a lame substitute.” She pointed her bouquet at Willow.

“No, Grace. We have been over this before. I love Willow and am marrying her. If I loved you, I would have married you. Get out! And you, call the police, she is breaking her restraining order.” I pointed at the security guards who were grabbing her arms.

Grace swung her bouquet like a bat at the men, petals falling everywhere. She screamed and pulled at them. The paparazzi kept on taking pictures throughout the whole ordeal. They had a story alright and it was more interesting than just a wedding.

Eventually, the security guards had her detained away from the ceremony. I pulled Willow away from my embrace. “You okay?” I searched her eyes, trying to see if she was thinking twice about our real wedding.

She looked up at me with a weird expression on her face. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. Her mouth pulled into a smile, and she started to laugh uncontrollably. She bent over and held her sides as she laughed.

In all things, I could see why she was laughing at this. Of course this would happen on our wedding day. Of course, my psycho ex-lover would show up in a wedding dress trying to get me to marry her instead. I started to laugh too. Eventually, the whole crowd joined in.

Willow slowly regained her composure; she wiped a tear away from the corner of her eye. “Of course she would show up. Why wouldn’t she?” She giggled again.

The officiant who joined in the laughter cleared his throat. “That was the first time that has ever happened. Is anyone else wearing a wedding dress who would like to get married?”

Willow raised her hand and laughed. “I do.”

“We are back to one bride. Let’s do this.” The officiant said, it was good that he made a joke about it because I’m sure with any other bride, that would have set them off. He finished his speech, we said our vows, and exchanged the rings. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. There’s only one thing left to do. Mr. Ogden Moore, you may kiss your bride.”

I swept Willow into a dip and captured her lips with mine. There was more fire in this kiss than at our first wedding. I had to hide how much I loved her. But I didn’t need to do that now. I kept kissing her, deepening the kiss.

“Get a room!” Sophia shouted from behind and the crowd chuckled.

I pulled away from the kiss and then pecked her lips one more time for good measure. We ran out of the room hand in hand as people cheered for us. We were supposed to wait and greet our guests as the exited. But they could wait.

I pulled her to my suite; it was just down the hallway. As soon as the door was closed, I pulled her into me and took her lips again. I needed her.

She tilted her head away. “We have guests.”

I trailed kisses down her neck to her collar bone. “I don’t care.” I grabbed her legs and lifted her into me, I hiked up her dress, so it was around her waist. Her legs instinctively went around my waist. I reached in between and ripped her panties off in shreds and tossed them to the side. My dick pressed against her core and made her gasp.

“Quick.” She breathed out. “And don’t dirty the dress.”

I pressed her against the wall near the door, grinding against her. The friction caused her to gasp. With one hand I unzipped my pants and let my dick spring free. I lined us up and slowly entered her. Willow’s head hung back, and I took the chance to suck on her neck.

“Ogden…” She gasped. “Harder.”

I walked to the bed and slowly lowered her down, not pulling out. I pushed the dress away from where I was, I was going to do my best not to sully her dress, but there were no promises made. I held onto her thighs and sawed in and out. Harder with each thrust.

Willow grasped at the bedding, holding on for the ride. I could already tell that she was on the edge, and I wasn’t too far away either. With a thumb, I massaged her clit. That was the final straw, she was pushed over the edge, arching against me, and screaming.

Her walls clamped down on me pushing me to my own orgasm. My ropes of cum spilled into her. My thrusting slowed as we came down from our high. I leaned over my wife and took her lips with mine.

Willow pulled away first. “You are a terrible influence.” She laughed and pecked my lips one more time.

“What can I say, you are irresistible.” I kissed her neck that sent shivers through her.

“Even though I would love to stay here with you Mr. Moore. But we do have a bunch of guests that are waiting for us and I’m starving.” She bit her lip and looked at me.

I lowered my head to her chest. “If we must. But I expect you in bed, naked, the entire honeymoon.” I glanced up at her. She didn’t know about the honeymoon. I told Sophia not to say a word because I wanted it to be a surprise.

Her eyebrows rose. “Honeymoon?” A small smile formed on her lips.

“You can’t expect to get married and not have a honeymoon.” I smirked at her. “I got us two weeks in a beautiful presidential overwater bungalow suite in Bora Bora. We are going to rest, relax, and enjoy really being married.” I lowered my voice. “And I’m going to fuck your brains out.” I gave her an evil smile.

Willow’s eyes grew huge and blushed. “Really?”

“Really.”

She leaned forward and took my lips in a kiss. She pulled me back down to her and wrapped her legs around me again. After another quickie, I forced myself to pull away from her.

“If we keep on doing this, we will never get to our reception.” I smiled down at her as I went to get a washcloth to clean us off.

Willow stuck out her bottom lip. “Boo.” The pout morphed into a wicked grin.

“Now who is the terrible influence?”