Chapter 7 CHAPTER 7: The Secret Wedding
Hazel
I have always envisioned a fairy tale wedding, but this was a far cry. I was not ready to be married to William or any other person, for that matter, but I did not have a choice. An unfortunate encounter with William in the past left me questioning his perception of me.
My mother walked into the room hurriedly with some outfits for the ceremony, and my life flashed before my eyes. My heart jumped to my throat as I heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. I looked out the window and spotted Adam, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had earlier informed him about the new development, and although he was angry about it and threw some tantrums by hanging up on me, he later called back, apologized, and promised to be there for me all the way through the whole process.
“Baby, it’s almost time to head to the venue for the event,” my mom said. My heart sank again for the second time that morning, and I sat down on my bed feeling defeated. Adam walked in looking gruff but sharp. He gave me a once-over and opened up his arms. I ran into them, and he held me tightly to him. After some seconds, he let me go and looked up at my mom.
“Good morning, mother,” he greeted
"Welcome, Adam,” my mother retorted. “We will meet you downstairs in a few minutes... I need to dress her up for the ceremony.”
“I’ll meet you downstairs, Haze,” Adam said, leaving the room.
The wedding ceremony was held on a private beach owned by William’s family. When we arrived, the groom’s family was already seated.
As my parents walked me down the aisle, I spotted Williams waiting at the makeshift altar with the officiating minister. His eyes were fixed on me, which made me nervous. As we walked closer, I could not seem to hold his penetrating gaze because it felt like he was looking into my soul, and I didn’t want him to see how sad I felt deep within me.
Our eyes locked for a minute, but I quickly looked away, and a look of irritation crossed his features but was gone immediately.
My dad held my hand and handed me over to the officiating minister, who in turn handed me over to Williams.
The vows were said and legal documents signed.
After the ceremony, I said my goodbyes to my family and Adam, who hugged me like it was the last time.
“Dee, we will stay in touch, I promise,” I assured him as he looked sad and close to tears. We hugged each other, and I had to literally tear myself away from his gripping hug.
The car ride to my new home was quiet, and I could not hold back the tears. I looked over at William, who had his head buried in his cell phone, typing away.
“Take me to the office, John, then you can drop Hazel off at home,” he said to the driver.
"But it’s the weekend, and we have just got married." I turned and looked at him confused. He didn’t respond as he went back to typing.
The car came to a stop at a three-story building, which I assumed was his office.
He turned and stared at me like I irritated him.
“I work on weekends, Hazel; I will see you at home later,” and with that, he exited the car and walked into the building while a beautiful young woman who looked like a model hurried to relieve him of his suit and briefcase.
The driver came to a stop at a house that looked like the ones I see in the pictures. I got down from the car and stepped into the most magnificent building I have ever laid eyes on. The majestic architecture spoke volumes about my new home and the person who lived in it. My breath caught at the magnificent landscape, and I could not help but gawk in awe. My eyes wandered over the opulent details, and I felt a flutter of anticipation as to what the inside would look like. As I approached the building, a door opened on its own accord, and I was not disappointed at the interior, which screamed luxury and class. I cannot believe this will be my home for the next two years. Williams has always had great taste, but it seemed it had improved over the years, and that thought had a way of dampening whatever excitement I had about the house. I will never be good enough for him.
I was about to go in search of my room when I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned to see a middle-aged woman in a maid's uniform.
"Welcome, Madam Hazel,” she said with a deep Spanish accent. “My name is Angela; I am the housekeeper."
“Angela, you startled me... I thought I was alone in here." I smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry, Madam, let me show you to your room... Come with me,” she gestured to the staircase, and I followed behind.
I was surprised to see all my luggage neatly lined up in the room she led me to.
“Where is Williams’ room?” I asked.
“It is the room opposite yours, Madam,” she said, pointing to the door.
“Please call me Hazel, Angela,” I said.
"No, Madam, Boss does not allow first names," she explained.
“You can call the kitchen on the intercom if you need help unpacking... I will bring your food once it's ready,” she smiled fondly.
“Thank you, Angela; I will come down to the kitchen later." I responded.
“See you,” she replied, and she left the room.
Williams
I had a long day and was tired to the bone. I dumped my briefcase and suit on the living room table and decided to lay my aching body a bit on the couch, which looked so comfy and inviting. I didn't know how long I was out until I was awakened by a gentle touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes expecting to see Angela, but instead, I found myself staring at someone who looked like Hazel. What was Hazel doing in my living room, looking like a wet dream? She was wearing a purple, flowing tulle nightgown that accentuated her curvy figure. I was about to ask what she was doing in my house when I remembered we had been married earlier in the day.
“I didn't know you were back,” she smiled.
“Can you please wear something less exposing and stop smiling like that?” I replied harshly as I felt a stir in my groin.
“Sorry… I… I didn't mean to upset you,” she stuttered and bent to pick up my briefcase and suit on the floor, and the stirring in my groin intensified as her nightgown shifted forward to expose her thighs.
“Hazel, please leave them there; the housekeeper will take care of it,” I groaned.
“I will be in my room if you need me.” She scurried away, looking confused and close to tears.
“Ah!!!” I moaned, trying to palm my growing member.
I did not know how long I could hold out because I had no intention of consummating our marriage, but each time Hazel was near, my body betrayed me.
It was past midnight when I staggered to my room to find Hazel cuddled up in my bed.
She looked very delicate, breathtakingly innocent, and sweet, which caused all the blood to rush to my groin.
I imagined waking her up with a smoldering kiss that matched the fire in my belly and pressing myself to her back so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me.
She stirred in her sleep, and her short nightgown shifted to expose her inner thigh, and I heard myself moan.
I was about to wake her up to ask what she was doing in my bed when she opened her eyes.
Hazel's eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a jolt. The air crackled with something I couldn't name, the world shrinking to just her gaze. But then, confusion clouded her eyes. The urge to protect her was almost overwhelming, but I recovered fast while the word “Boundaries” echoed in my head. Yeah, boundaries.
"Why are you here?" I blurted, the question hanging heavy in the air.
Hazel's brow furrowed, the vulnerability I'd glimpsed a moment ago replaced by a hesitant blush. "I... I thought, since we're married, maybe we could..." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks burning a deeper red.
My gut twisted with guilt. Pushing boundaries felt necessary, but this sudden awkwardness felt like a punch to the gut. I sat on the edge of the bed, forcing myself to meet her gaze.
"Hazel," I started, my voice rough. "This marriage... it's not what you signed up for. And frankly, I'm not rushing anything either. Keeping our distance, for now, might be the best for both of us."
The color drained from her face, I braced myself for tears, but instead, she stiffened, her jaw clenching. Before I could blink, she was out of bed, smoothing her gown, and out the door. I was left speechless, aroused and suddenly filled with regret. My attempt at establishing boundaries had backfired spectacularly.