My wedding morning. Isn't that weird? I had to test it out on my tongue a few times just to make sure it was real.

Grayson and I slept in the same bed last night, even though it's bad luck but whatever, it's not like our marriage is actually going to last. I chuckle to myself.

I'd planned on going to work today as it was only my second day back but Grayson insisted that he could handle himself for one day while I got ready for tonight. Did we fight? Yes, did we have makeup sex? You bet your sweet ass we did! In fact that man has a sweet ass. I bite my lip imagining this morning as I gripped his ass with my nails as he thrusted into me.

"Hey girly!"

"RICKY." I scream jumping from the bed and on top of him.

He laughs placing me back down "glad I get you all excited. How's our girl on her wedding day?"

I grin "I'm nervous but really excited. Now tell me what's the plan."

"Well Mr Black has a large breakfast spread out for you down below. He's also requested that you take a nice hot bath before you come down to eat." He hands me a silk robe.

"He gave me this for you to wear. Even though he won't be able to see you wear it, he wants you to feel sexy on your wedding day."

Wow. He's really gone to all this trouble just for me? Man, this is starting to actually feel real.

Stop that Olivia! This is all a charade, you know that and he knows that. So get the idea of him loving you back completely out of your head.

I took a bath, using essential oils, rose petals and I was covered in bubbles. I felt like a princess. I let the warmth of the water whisk me away to a place of serenity.

Safe, that's what I feel. Safe. It's never been something I've ever felt but since our relationship grew, I feel like I can trust him with my life. The man has seen me at my worst, a crying sopping mess who's terrified for her life. He didn't judge me, he consoled me and didn't look at me with complete pity, instead admiration.

"Girl! If you stay in there any longer you're going to look like a prune in your wedding pictures." Ricky called through the door. I didn't want to get out but hearing my stomach growl on cue I got out of the tub and dried myself off, ready for some serious food.

I wrapped the blush pink robe around my body, loving the feeling of the silk rubbing against my sensitive skin.

I headed downstairs where a table had been set up, full of food. Enough for Mason and I combined. I smirk at the thought. Ricky spots me and immediately shoves me down into a chair where a manicurist began on my toes while I ate.

It felt a little awkward at first but I got into it. The manicurist did my toes a plain white and my nails were nude with white swirls.

"Chica for god sake, tilt your head up!" Ricky grasps my chin, roughly tilting it up for the billionth time.

"Ricky." I groan. He's been at my hair for almost three hours. When I had my first outing with Grayson it only took him an hour.

"Honey, it's your wedding day. I'm not letting you walk down that goddamned isle looking like Kesha at the 2010 music awards."

I scoffed, "how dare you!"

He ignores me, continuing to style my hair. At this point I've given up on trying to reason with the man, he's not having it.

"Lisa! Stroke upwards and quit it with the blush! We're not prepping her for a circus! It's her wedding day."

"Oh don't look at me like that Ally! You're as precise as a toddler with a sharpie."

"You know what step back, I'll do it myself."

Ok so pretty much Ricky banished my two makeup artists Ally and Lisa as according to him they were doing everything wrong.

It took a lot longer with him being a perfectionist, my nagging and him doing it alone but finally he was done. I had to admit, he'd done a fabulous job, I felt beautiful. My hair was done up in my intricate bun with pearls and delicate flowers. I had soft pink lips and a light shimmer on my eyes that wasn't too much. "Wow." I breath.

"Now for you to get into that wedding dress of yours." He held my hand lightly and we walked up into Grayson and I's bedroom, now that I've been moved in here. Ricky grabs my wedding dress that was hanging up in our wardrobe.

I undress and he pulls it up my body, doing up the gold buttons at the back. I look in the mirror, now with the full ensemble. My wedding dress is quite gorgeous.

The dress itself was light. While it still flowed out slightly at my waist it wasn't heavy. The top was a structured corset with floral embroidery and beading which flowed out and disappeared just past my waist. I put on the custom made shoes that match the dress perfectly. "Give is a twirl."

I do as Ricky says. If I'm to get married to my fake fiancé even though I'm falling or even in love with him, I'm glad I get to do it in this dress. It's not like it matters anyway, I don't have a mother to help me plan my wedding or go wedding dress shopping with.

"Ricky?"

"Hm?"

"Did you choose this dress?" I assume he did instead of Grayson actually doing it, he's a busy man and doesn't have the time to go wedding dress shopping.

"No, Mr Black was adamant on picking it out himself. We spent a long time in the store and that's coming from me! He refused to leave until he found the perfect dress, even Gloria was starting to get pissed. But I've got to give him credit, the dress is absolutely perfect for you."

I look away from the mirror and back to Ricky, "thank you." I have tears in my eyes but I can't let them fall. It touched me that Grayson was so insistent on finding time the perfect wedding dress.

"Of course, now we need to get going or we're going to be late."

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I step out of a white Daimler DB18 outside Graysons, parents home. I haven't seen Grayson all day and I can't lie I'm excited.

Ricky escorts me to a powder room for last minute touch ups. It's currently 3pm and we've got 20 minutes, till I'm supposed to walk down the isle.

"Ricky." His name comes out as a whisper.

"Yes sweet cheeks."

"I don't have anyone to walk me down the isle." I begin to feel my eyes water, I desperately blink them back.

"Don't worry hun, we've got that sorted."

"What do you-"

"How's the blushing bride!" Mason storms into the room in a black tuxedo.

"Mason?" He's smiling from ear to ear, he offers me his arm.

"Ready to charm the pants off my brother?"

"You're giving me away?" I can't help the small smile making its way onto my face.

"Why of course, I've always felt this fatherly bond, you know? Like you're my little girl... I remember the day you were born, you're little smushed face, I personally wanted to name you Shakira-"

I cut him off with a swift smack to the arm. "Alright, alright. I appreciate the story you seem to have created but if we don't start walking, Ricky's heads going to explode."

Ricky doesn't say anything just shoved us out the powder room and to the yard. I take in my surroundings. There's a white carpet for me to walk on and on each side there are chairs where the guests sit. Where Grayson stands is an arch, decorated with white roses. The whole gardens decorated beautiful. The dozens of trees all have fairy lights, there's a dance floor, food and tables covered in white cloth.

The music begins to play and Mason slowly leads me down the isle. I watch Grayson, his smiles huge. Very convincing, he's putting up a pretty good show. I admire him in his black tuxedo, with a white rose pinned to his lapel.

Mason leans over and kisses my cheek before letting my go to Grayson who immediately grasps my hands and we stare into each other's eyes while the priest, speaks. His words drowned out as I look at this man.

"Do you Grayson Black, take the Olivia Miller as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold until this day forward, in sickness and in health."

He winks at me "I do."

"Do you Olivia Miller take the Grayson Black as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold till this day forward, in sickness and in health."

I gulp before smiling "I do."

We slip each other's rings on. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride."

Grayson immediately grasps me by the waist, pulling me into his rock hard body, kissing me. He begs for entrance by swiping his tongue across my bottom lip. I moan granting him access. The whole crowd cheers, I pull back slightly embarrassed.

Grayson picks me up bridal style walking me down the isle so we can go get our wedding photos.

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After our pictures are taken, Ricky steals me to go change into my reception outfit which consists of high waisted white pants and a matching cropped blazer with a pair of sleek white platform heels.

"I can't walk in these."

"Hunny I don't care. The photographers will be taking pictures throughout the night. You have to look your best. Trust me, you'll thank me later."

I roll my eyes. Doubtful.

When I get outside where everyone else is gathered, it's sunset. The sun dimly shines through the trees, causing beautiful patterns to be cast along the floor.

I spot my husband chatting to Mason. My husband... now that's a word to get used too, husband. Cant say I hate it though.

I make my way over to the two of them. Getting stopped along the way, being bid congratulations. I smile as I don't know the majority of these people. Some of their faces are familiar. I recognise that the entire boards here which is unsurprising, along with a few executives and people I've worked with.

Mason sees me approaching and envelops me in a tight hug. He then pulls me into his side and glares at Grayson. "You so much as hurt my daughter, I swear to god I'll chop your balls off." He says that so seriously I can't tell if he's serious or not.

"Mason-"

"Papa."

"Huh?"

"Im your papa, you should know this by now."

I release myself from his grip and move into my husband who's quick to wrap his arm around my waist, tucking me into his side like a missing puzzle piece, we now fit perfectly.

"Your brothers weird." I look into his deep blue eyes.

"Well apparently he's adopted you as his daughter which makes me your uncle." We both physically shudder at the thought.

"Would the bride and groom please make their way to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife."

"Ready?"

I smirk "always."

Grabbing my hand he leads me into the now empty dance floor. He holds me close as we dance slowly to "invisible string" by Taylor Swift.

"You know, I was looking forward to ripping that dress off of you tonight."

"No. You are not ripping my wedding dress or else I will get Mason to help me chop off your dick and shove it where the don't shine."

I feel him shaking and I know he's laughing at my threat "alright, I guess I can settle for ripping off those sexy pants of yours. The only issue is that when you wear pants, I can't help but stare at your ass."

"You're one horny bastard."

"And I'm proud of it. Especially when I get the best piece of ass there is." As he speaks those sultry words into my ear, I can feel his hands running lightly over my ass.

The song comes to an end and we walk off the dance floor, to the tables to start eating our food. Wearing white while trying to eat, isn't the best way to live life, but I somewhat manage, only getting some pasta sauce on my leg. "Shit."

Grayson looks at me, putting a pause to his conversation with Preston. "Just spilt some sauce on my pants. I'm going to go take care of it."

"Oh ok." He quickly pecks me on the lips and I stand and make my way into the house. "Hey!" I turn to see Marie running as fast as she can towards me in six inch heels.

"Marie? Are you ok?"

Once she's made it to me she places her hands on her lower thigh, to catch her breath. "Yeah... yeah... but, um we should talk." She speaks between pants.

I open the door to the large bathroom and gesture for her to walk inside.

I follow after her and lock the door. "What's up?"

"Ok. Um, please don't kill me."

"Depends on what you say." I cross my arms over my chest, urging her to continue.

"Well today at work. I was walking down the hall to talk to Grayson about a potential client I may have poached but just before I could knock a blonde in a short pink latex dress walked out, her lips were swollen and she had that freshly fucked look. I couldn't stay so I ran and locked myself in one of the conference rooms." She lets out a deep breath.

I'm speechless. I have no idea what on earth to say. My eyes prickle with tears, but I absolutely refuse to let them fall for a man that I trusted with the stories of my past. I let him see me in my most vulnerable state. I let out a deep sigh.

"It's fine, none of this is real anyway."

She looks confused. "What are you talking about."

"None of this was real. It's all a sham so Grayson can continue being CEO. There's only one issue. I think I've fallen in love with the piece of shit." Now I can't hold back my tears.

Marie doesn't even question any of the information I just told her, instead, she pulls me into the most loving hug. "I'm so sorry." She whispers comfortingly while rubbing small circles on my back.

"There's something else." I look at her confused. What on else could there be? I don't think I can handle anymore bad news. I've received enough to keep me miserable for a lifetime.

She shuffles through her purse and pulls out three pregnancy tests. "You think your pregnant!" I all but scream.

She shakes her head "no, these are for you. You've been showing almost all of the signs, from excessive hunger to vomiting and high drive hormones."

"That's not possible." I argue.

"When's your period due?" I have no idea. I grab my phone and open an app I downloaded that keeps track of my period. I gasp slightly. "It was due three weeks ago."

She hands me all three of the tests. "You need to find out if you're having his child." I sigh and take them from her.

After peeing on all three, I place the sticks on the counter, we wait and wait until finally it's time to looks at the results.

I throw a glance to Marie "you have to look... I just, can't."

She nods her head, completely understanding where I'm coming from.

A small gasp leaves her lips as she looks at all three tests. I look over her shoulder, two lines. I'm pregnant, and with my fake fiancé, now husbands baby...