Over the past two years, everything was going amazing. Navaeh was a little spitfire, and Nickholas got his shyness from his father. Talking about that fine specimen, I couldn't help but smile.

Being parents at such a young age was not easy in the slightest, especially with twins. Sleepless nights, constant crying and diaper changing. Headaches were a common occurrence, but we pulled through.

A schedule was made, and things worked out as good as I could've been. When we had school, Helen and Dru or my dad and Sarah volunteered to babysit.

Damien volunteered to babysit too, and everyone was busy so I agreed. Worst. Idea. Ever. My son came home asking what 'clap them cheeks' meant, never again.

Two more years of college, and then we are out in the real world. College was hectic, but no matter what; we were always there for our kids. Everyone's relationship was strong and ongoing, Elijah finally got himself a girl. And she was the sweetest thing ever, her name was Malayah.

He treated her like nothing else mattered, and I was here for it.

As I sat in the chair, looking at myself, I didn't get cold feet. I was positive about what I wanted. Helen, Ava, Jhanessa, Malaya and Christian were in the dressing room.

"You look so beautiful," Helen sobbed. I laughed, thanking her. Jhanessa came over and held me in a bear hug, smiling. "I'm so glad that I'm your maid of honour."

"I'm glad too."

"You need a little time for yourself, we'll go and send someone in fifteen minutes," Ava commented. I nodded and thanked her.

They left and I stood up and looked in the body mirror. Christian, Jhanessa and I went to pick out the dress. It was white with lace at the top, my shoulders on display. It sucks on to my hips and flared out at the knees down. My heels were some lace white Jimmy Choo's gifted to me by Helen.



I decided to do my hair simple, just a cornrow across, adorned with white flowers and curled at the back. The veil was laced in the curls, all I had to do was flip it over.

A knock sounded on the door, pulling me out of my trance. My dad peeped in. "Are you okay, Neph?" Breathing out, I nodded and stepped out if the room.

"You look gorgeous, honey. Your mother would've been so proud," he smiled handing me my bouquet. I smiled along with him.

"This is it, are you ready?" he asked as we faced the intimidating double doors. "I've never been so ready for anything in my life," I replied. Except for that good ass dick Xander gave me, for that, a bitch is always ready.

He pushed the doors open, as a put the veil over my head. The traditional 'Here Comes The Bride' song was played as I walked arm in arm with my father. I smiled as I saw familiar faces in the crowd, hell, even Mr Duncan and Ms Claire were here. We had eventually settled our differences, and she became a mentor to me.

I finally reached the altar and gave my bouquet to my father, as I looked at the bridesmaid and groomsmen. Jhanessa, Ava, Christian, who was my braids man, on one side. Yes, that is a thing. And Elijah, Jaxon and Damien on the other.



And in the middle, the man that I've been waiting for, Xander. Donned in a custom made white tuxedo, he was looking like the most handsome man on the earth.



We stared at each other, our eyes greedily roaming the other's body. The minister began. "Dear beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God, and the presence of family and friends to join together this man and woman in Holy Matrimony."

The rest of the world dulled out as we stared at each other. We snapped out of our stupor as the minister told us to join hands.

"I ask you now, to please repeat the marriage vows."

"I, Alexander James Carson, take you, Nephertiti Micheals for my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward," he stopped for a moment and wiped away the tear that escaped down his cheek and cleared away the lump in his throat. "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish, till death do us part."

By the time I was finished, I was crying. I am so glad that I decided to go with waterproof makeup. "I, Nephertiti Micheals take you, Alexander James Carson, for my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer."

I took a deep breath to control the trembling in my voice. "In sickness, in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

He turned where the rings were set, and issued them out to us. "As you place this ring on your partner's finger I ask that you repeat these words."

We both repeated what he said straight off our head, already knowing it from the rehearsal. "This ring is my sacred gift to you, a symbol of love, a sign that from this day forward and always; my love will surround you, with this ring I wed thee."

We slid them on to each other's fingers. "May the Peace and Unconditional Love of God surround you and remain with you now and forevermore more. Amen."

And the statement we've all been waiting for. "You may kiss the bride," the Minister finally said, gesturing to Xander to remove my veil. He gently took the bottom of it and slowly flipped it over my hair.

The moment he saw me, he ran just hands through his hair and laced them at the back of his neck. Breathing his put his hands over his face and looked at the crowd. "Do you know how lucky I am? Damn."

We laughed as he held my face. Holding my face lightly, he kissed my lips; clapping and cheers resounded from the crowd. Pulling him closer, I kissed him harder, slipping my tongue inside his mouth.

The Minister cleared his throat, "I'm present to you Mr and Mrs Alexander Carson." He picked Mr up and swirled me around, I laughed as I rested my forehead on his.

"I love you so much."

"I love you even more."

~

The wedding was over and we were at the reception. Jhanessa was on the mic. "I was so motherf— " she glanced at Navaeh and Nickholas looking at her with wide eyes, "um, I mean I was so surprised when I saw them together after two weeks."

"You never believed they'd last? I did," Christian cut in.

"Cause you were busy taking dick," she said, then threw her hand over her mouth. "I mean you were busy picking up sticks, yeah, picking up sticks."

We laughed as she blushed, but continued none the less. "But then I was so happy because they were both happy. And I wish them both all the joy in the world. To the happy couple," she raised her glass.

"To the happy couple," I said, touched. She was the last person to speak so the music started. "Would you like to dance?" Xander said to me, eyes roaming my body; stopping at my exposed thighs.



"Yes," I said he stood up. "Like what you see?" I teased. Both of his hands moved to my ass, squeezing it and pulling me closer.

"If I didn't I would have put a ring on it," he said confidently. I laughed lightly. "So has the shy 'can I put my finger in' Xander completely gone?"

"He is still here, somewhere," he chuckled. I put my hands on his shoulder ready to kiss him but was interrupted by Navaeh. "Mommy, Daddy? Grandma says she's going home, can we go too? I'm sleepy," she said, rubbing her eyes.

Bend down, I kissed her on her cheeks as her father did the same. "Sure, munchkin. Where is your brother by the way?"

"He's already asleep," she replied.

"Okay then, bye. Love you!" he shouted after her, already running into her grandmother's arms. Now only us our group of friends remained.

Everybody sat down around the table while a chair was placed in the middle of the room. "So," Jhanessa said, "we have a little something for the new husband."

Xander's brows pinched together in confusion. "Go on, sit in the chair, get comfy," I said. He got up and sat on the chair, just as All The Time by Jeremih. His eyes followed my every move ad I circled him.

Hands-on his shoulders, I swayed my hips seductively, my lips slightly open and eyes never leaving his. Sitting down in his lap, I hooked my hands around his shoulders, grinding my hips in circles.

I danced like we were the only ones in the room, and he held on to my waist with a vice-like grip. I could feel how much he was getting turned on, and I couldn't wait for tonight. The song ended and applause and whistles rang out through the room.

He looked at me, lust burning in his eyes. Getting up, he lifted me up with him; my legs around his waist and his throbbing dick pressing against my centre.

"You guys have fun, I have a business to attend to," he said, eyes staring into mine. We didn't even say our goodbyes before we walked, no, ran through the doors.

The ride home was full of sexual tension, waiting to be released. Not even waiting until the doors were closed, I was then slammed against the wall.

Fisting my hair in his hands, he brought his face closer to mine, whispering.

"Just in advance, I plan to make you unable to stand straight for a few couple of days."

And boy did he.



The veins in his hands contracted as his fingers squeezed my throat, applying enough pressure, resulting in my pussy squeezing tighter than his hand and my head lolling back.

"Look at me, Valentina," his gruff voice commanded. He stopped for a second, causing me to raise my head and look at him.

"Why'd you stop?" I whined.

He was dripping sex as he looked at me, his thumb running softly over my lips, before pushing forward into my mouth. My lips latched around it instinctively, the rough pad of my tongue swirling around it. "You look so good when I'm fucking you, especially with my finger in your mouth," he muttered, drawing even closer.

"Makes me wonder how you'll look with something else in that pretty little mouth of yours, hmm?" he said, voice dropping to a deeper octave, deeper than how deep he was in me right now, matching the drop my stomach made with it.

~

Twenty-three-year-old Valentina Walker teaches at Horvath University as an English professor. She's sexy, independent and isn't afraid to talk back.

Twenty-one year old Giovanni Samuels is a student who majors in English. Undeniably handsome oozes sex appeal and caught the eye of Valentina.

What will happen when why can't help but be attracted to each other, despite all the consequences and everything that pushes them apart?