CHAPTER 147
CHAPTER 147
POV MATTHEW
I kept rubbing up and down, and her intimate area started getting wet. I began massaging her clit with the tip of my cock, and she moaned, pulling my hair and tilting my head back.
“Oh, Matthew,” I thrust into her quickly. “Oh, that feels so good.” I started thrusting harder and faster, squeezing her breast as she moaned louder, her legs trembling as she collapsed into a delicious orgasm, leaving my cock soaked in her juices.
With myself still buried deep inside her, I kissed her, biting her lips, and kept thrusting until I came hard inside her...
After our steamy quickie in the bathroom, Elizabeth and I took a quick shower. Then she rushed out, saying she was already late. I offered to go with her, but she declined.
So, I took the morning to spend time with Elena. Early in the afternoon, the catering and decoration staff started arriving to set up the garden, and I went to get my suit and meet my dad at his house.
(...)
Time flew by, and in just two hours, my father would be a married man again—and I’d be my mother-in-law’s stepson.
After my shower, I slipped on my pants, grabbed my phone, and tried calling Elizabeth again. For the second time, she didn’t pick up. I sat on the bed and called Carly to check on Elena and ask if Elizabeth had gotten home yet. Unfortunately, she hadn’t, and I started to get worried.
“What’s wrong, son? Why the long face?” my father asked as soon as he walked into the room.
“It’s nothing, Dad...” I stood up, tossing my phone on the bed. “It’s just Elizabeth. She left early this morning and hasn’t checked in once.” I said, clearly concerned.
“I’m the groom here, son. I should be the one worried about the bride’s disappearance—especially since she’s probably with your wife,” he replied, trying to lighten the mood.
“Dad, Elizabeth is pregnant. I don’t like it when she’s out and I don’t hear from her.” I said seriously.
“Don’t worry, son. Women are like that—hair, makeup, and all that jazz. Next thing you know, they’ve been out all day. And Mad’s with them too,” he said, trying to reassure me.
“If you’re saying that to calm me down, it’s not working. That’s exactly what worries me the most—that she’s with Mad, who doesn’t have a single sensible thought in her head.” I chuckled, trying to ease my nerves.
(...)
Once I finished getting dressed, I went downstairs to wait for my father. While I waited, I poured myself a glass of whiskey.
“Ready, son?” my dad asked as he came into the living room.
“Yeah.” I placed the glass on the coffee table and looked at him. “You’re looking sharp, Dad,” I said with a smile. He patted me on the shoulder, and we headed to my house, where the ceremony was going to take place.
As soon as we arrived, I greeted a few of the early guests and went inside to find Elizabeth.
“Mad,” I said as she turned to me, “Where’s Elizabeth?” I asked seriously.
“She’s in the bedroom, but she asked not to be disturbed until the wedding starts,” Mad replied, her tone serious.
“What do you mean? Did something happen? Is she okay?” I asked, clearly worried.
“Relax, Matthew, she’s fine! She just doesn’t want to be disturbed,” Mad said, looking at me, and I started up the stairs.
I was heading toward our room when Mad grabbed my arm in the hallway.
“Stop being clingy, Matt. I told you, Liz is fine. She just wants to rest a bit. She woke up early today, and it’s been an emotional, hectic day,” Mad said firmly, still holding my arm.
“Alright...” she let go, “But what kind of emotional day are we talking about?” I asked, curious.
“Pregnant women are super emotional, and her mom’s wedding got to her. Brought up memories of her dad. You know, pregnancy stuff.” Mad said seriously—but it felt like she was hiding something. Still, I nodded and followed her back downstairs.
Everyone had already arrived, and they were taking their places in the garden. I spotted my dad talking to Henry and walked over.
“There you are, Matthew,” Henry said, slapping my shoulder. “I was just telling James here that in thirty minutes, he’ll be a married man again.” He laughed.
“And I was just asking him when he’s finally going to walk Charlotte down the aisle and make it official,” my dad added, glancing at Henry.
“That’s true, Henry. Aren’t you and Charlotte thinking about getting married?” I asked, grabbing a drink from the passing waiter.
“Charlotte doesn’t want to. She thinks we don’t need a wedding to be happy or feel like one,” Henry replied seriously.
“And what about you—what do you think?” I asked, looking at him closely.
“I’d actually like to feel that emotion you and James are feeling... but it’s not just up to me.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.
“Dad, changing the subject a bit—I noticed the Alencar family isn’t here. George and his sons aren’t coming?” I asked, looking at him.
“Unfortunately not, son. My friend George had a heart attack last week. The boys just got back from Europe this week and couldn’t make it.” My dad said, looking somber.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that. I didn’t know George had a heart attack... I haven’t spoken to the G brothers since they moved to Europe.” I replied seriously.
The Alencar family was made up of George, the patriarch, and his two sons, Gustavo and Guilherme. George had been friends with my dad for years, and that friendship led to mine with the G brothers. We grew up together, sharing secrets and adventures in our childhood and teenage years. But we lost touch after a tragedy hit their family and the boys moved to Europe. Before moving here, my dad lived in the same neighborhood as George. They were next-door neighbors...Aqui está a tradução do trecho para o inglês americano, com correção ortográfica e preservando o tom emocional, originalidade e os pronomes:
In the middle of the conversation, I saw the most beautiful flower in my garden, stealing everyone’s attention as she walked by. I excused myself from my father and Henry and walked toward her—and she came running into my arms, wearing her lovely green dress and a radiant smile on her little face. I knelt down and hugged her tightly, showering her with kisses.
“Do I look pretty, Daddy?” Elena asked, her sweet voice and beautiful smile melting my heart.
“The most beautiful of all. My gorgeous princess.” I kissed her, and she hugged me back.
Then I stood up with her in my arms and walked through the garden, watching as Wesley and Emma chatted away.
I just hope he has some sense—Emma is underage.