CHAPTER SIX:

***At the wedding reception, a soft romantic music spilled from the speakers and couples gently swayed to the music, gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly.

Whilst Dylan’s best man, Michael, openly flirted with Vanessa’s best friend, Gabriella, whose face was scarlet at the wicked things he was suggesting to her in whispers.

He excused himself after placing a bold kiss on her lips and clinks a knife on the champagne glass he snagged from a waiter, trying to get attention of the people who hushed to listen to him.

“I never imagined Dylan would be so Pussy-whipped but I am not so surprised, who wouldn’t be when the lady is Vanessa.” He said raising a toast to the newly wedded and the crowd burst out in laughter and Dylan bristled in irritation while Vanessa blushed shyly.

“Shut up Mikes and get off the stage.” Dylan clipped from the dance floor and Michael grinned cheekily, continuing his crude speech.

“I love you brother and this is probably the first and last time you’d hear that from me. I wish you a happy and peaceful marriage; accept this next performance as a token of my love.” He concluded as he stepped down from the platform.

The stage went black instantly and the partying crowd wondered what was happening.

Suddenly the stage was illuminated in blue and green lighting that was blinking and there sat Ed-Sheeran in the middle of the stage on a stool with a guitar. Vanessa gasped, throwing a palm over her mouth as she tried not to scream. She looked up at her husband with tears and admiration in her eyes, Dylan knew how much she loved Ed-Sheeran—he was her celebrity crush.

But all she saw in his eyes was confusion and it clicked, it had to be Michael. She ran towards where he stood and threw her arms around him, thanking him profusely.

“You are my sister now. I haven’t done anything a brother wouldn’t do.” He replied with a tender smile, gently easing her away from him.

But when he noticed Dylan was scowling at him, he grinned sardonically and threw an arm around Vanessa, hugging her close to himself. He doubled over in laughter when Dylan yanked her away from his arms.

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.” He gritted out in anger, baring his teeth. Michael raised his hands in mock surrender and pulled Ella close to him.

Ed Sheeran started singing ‘memories’ and the dance floor were cleared for the husband and his wife for their first dance. He took her body into his trembling arms and she interlocked her fingers around his neck. They were both lost in each other eyes as they rocked and swayed to the song.

He splayed his hand across the small of her back and placed his lips on hers, “I love you so much it hurts”. He whispered as a tear slithered from his eyes. She thumbed the tear and placed it on her lips.

“I love you too baby.” She grinned as the song slowed to an end. The crowd gave a round of applause as the couples curtseyed and left the floor to mingle and thank people for attending their wedding ceremony.

After another two hours, the couples were ready to retire to their love cocoon and express their passion and love using their bodies.

Looking to their left, they saw Michael, his tongue buried in Gabrielle’s throat, making out like horny teenagers. Dylan shook his head in exasperation at such man-whore and nuisance his best friend was.

“Let’s go make some babies.” Dylan whispered into his wife’s ears as he slid his hand down her exposed back, under the short sequined gown. He cupped her mound, rubbing her clit through her panties. She lost balance and he steadied her grasping her shoulders and chuckling throatily.

“Stop Dylan, anyone could see.” She cautioned, swatting his wandering hands. He raised his brows in mockery, referring to her display in the garden few days ago and she glowered at him.

“You wouldn’t let me see the end of that?” she asked irritated, trying to get his hand away from her female areas.

“No, I wouldn’t, especially what came after.” He solemnly said, referring to the car sex and her panties dampened as she recalled every detail.

“Ha-ha, there you have it.” He concluded, sliding a finger beneath her damp panties into her folds. Luckily for the squirming Vanessa, a little boy came up to them, requesting for a dance with the bride and Vanessa shot him a look that said, ‘Behave’.

He removed his hand, swirling it in the glass of champagne he held, throwing it down in one gulp and she rolled her eyes. After adjusting her short dress, she went to dance with the cute little boy.

“Thanks man, you really outdid yourself today.” Dylan said as he approached his best friend.

“Hmmm…. She deserves much more, she makes you happy, man. And a happy you, well, makes an ecstatic me”. Michael murmured in a muffled voice from Gabriella’s neck.

“I see you are under Michael’s wizardry already.” Dylan commented dryly to Gabriella who blushed, trying to her Michael’s hands off her.

“Why don’t you get on with your wife and go make me an uncle.” Michael joked, throwing a smirk at Dylan.

Dylan hit him up side his head.

“What was that for?” He whined, rubbing at the back of his head. The song finally came to an end and Vanessa came to join the small group which consisted of her husband and their friends with Ed Sheeran in tow, his red hair glinting under the bright lights.