Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
My breath was stolen from me as I walked to Alessio. I couldn’t remember the walk. All I could see and feel were his eyes on me.
His bluish steel-colored eyes stared at me intensely, following my every step, my every movement.
His black suit was similar to what he always wore, except for the golden tie. His hair was sleek on his head, but he didn’t shave. I told him not to. He looked so much better with a few days of stubble.
His eyes stayed on me as I made my way to him…my husband.
My heart drummed in my chest, so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. My hands grew clammy, and I held my bouquet tighter.
I breathed through my nose, trying to act normal when all I wanted to do was run to him and jump in his arms.
I quickened my pace just a little. I heard Isaak’s low chuckle in my ear, but they matched my pace, not once complaining.
When we finally reached the end of the flowery aisle, we stopped. Lyov placed a kiss on my cheek, over my veil.
When he whispered in my ear, his voice was low, only for me to hear. “Keep smiling just like this. And keep making my son happy. He deserves it. Both of you do.”
Lyov stepped away, leaving me a tearful mess. Isaak kissed me on the other cheek before whispering in my ear too. “It is my honor to get a chance to be your father, Ayla. You were my sweet little girl and always will be. Be happy, my sweet girl. You deserve everything…all the love and happiness.”
I grabbed onto his arm, refusing to let go when he went to step away. “Thank you…Dad.”
His eyes filled with tears at the words, and he nodded, kissing my forehead. This time, I let him go.
After I handed my bouquet to Maddie, Isaak took my hand. Alessio was already reaching forward, and Isaak placed my hand in his.
When my palm made contact with Alessio’s, he instinctively wrapped his fingers around mine, holding my hand firmly and tightly in his.
Isaak held our hands together. “I’m giving my daughter away to you, Alessio Ivanshov. You make her cry, just once, and I will come after your heart. This is not a joke. I have more than a decade of experience on you. You are nothing compared to me.”
Alessio raised his eyebrow. “The arrogance doesn’t suit you, old man. But know that Ayla will never cry a tear of pain as long as she is mine. As long as I am breathing, she will only know happiness.”
Isaak nodded. “Good. I wish you both many years of happiness.”
With that, he stepped away, letting our hands go.
It was only Alessio and me. Just us, standing, staring at each other. Holding each other’s hand.
His grip tightened, and he pulled me closer. Someone cleared their throat, but Alessio didn’t care. I didn’t either. I was lost in his eyes.
Alessio brought my other hand up too, holding both close to his chest. He stepped forward until our bodies were touching. So deliciously close.
I could feel his breath close to my lips, my veil the only barrier between us. Alessio let go of my hands and pulled my veil over my head.
A smile stretched my lips as he leaned closer, as if to kiss me.
“You look so beautiful, Angel. Took my breath away when you walked out of those doors,” he murmured, moving even closer. “But you will look more beautiful with the dress off.”
“Boss, you can’t…” Mark, one of Alessio’s man and our minister for today, said.
“Fuck off, Mark. You don’t want to die,” Alessio growled.
A second later, his lips touched mine in the sweetest kiss. It was only for a moment, though, because he pressed harder, more demanding. My lips parted, giving him access. His tongue slipped inside, dancing with me.
We kissed, both lost in each other when Alessio was suddenly pulled away from me. I gasped, my eyes going wide.
“Okay, I think one kiss is enough. You can do the dirty in private. Damn it!” Viktor snapped, holding Alessio back.
I could feel my cheeks burning under everyone’s stares. There was laughter, and I looked down, suddenly shy and nervous. Way to go, Ayla.
Alessio glared and shrugged off Viktor’s hold before moving closer again. This time, he didn’t make a move to kiss me. Thank God.
Instead, he pulled me closer, holding my hands to his chest. “Do you stuff, Mark. And hurry the fuck up.”
Pinching his nipple, I hissed quietly. “Stop it.”
He snapped his mouth shut but looked restless. I knew how much he didn’t want to be here right now, doing this. But well…he had to stick with it.
At the thought, I smiled. He was going to love it in the end. It was going to be a day he would remember forever. I was going to make sure of it.