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Anxiety ran through his veins.

The BIG day. Not just any standard, typical day but the day where two people promise to commit. Commitment. The dictionary definition states that it is the state or quality of being dedicated. Preferably it is something that cannot be taken lightly, and requires a sense of maturity to handle responsibility. Marriage doesn't restrict freedom. It doesn't say you can't go exploring the world or following your ambitions. No, it doesn't tie you down. You are free. Free because you're married to someone you love, free that you can look forward to every single moment spared with them, and free that you can explore the world, can follow you ambitions but you're freed from being alone. That's real freedom. Imagine if you were told who you were to marry? Imagine a loveless marriage? Imagine. Imagine. Imagine. Don't take marriage for granted.

James ran his hands through his thick, brown hair as he inhaled another trembling breath. Never had he felt so nervous to do something so important to him. His own hands reflected this, twitching with tremor as he held them out. Faintly if you were to approach him closely, you could see the quiver of his bottom lip displaying how on edge he was. Alcohol wouldn't even help out. Despite this performance of distress, James could not delay how content he was to be marrying Harper. He had waited for this day ever since he got down to his one knee popping the question to her. Now, it was eventually the day where she'd no longer bear the maiden name Daniels and instead take Brewer. It is scary, marriage. Well, it sounded terrifying for James.

Think back to his earlier years when his Father passed over the business to the troublesome 22-year old. Heck those were the highlights of his negligent behaviour. James was a real Casanova as they called it. Broke hearts, moved on like post to post. James could recall his ever first girlfriend, Olivia Marbles. Met her in Secondary School where she was claimed as the Bee's Knees. Took her first kiss, took her heart and broke it. Regretful but he did. Then came along Taylor, Katherine and many more that he forgotten but he did the same, broke their hearts. James had once it believed it compensated the fact that he had grown up in no ordinary life with wealthy parents, a wealthy appetite and so he felt he had the entitlement to mess about as if he was untouchable. James repulsed his former self. How did he get away with those things? His looks? What?

Reminiscing had made him realise, James wasn't really afraid. That flutter in his stomach, the trembling of his hands or the quivering of his bottom lip were only the side effects. Of what? Simple...Love. He wasn't afraid of marriage, in fact James couldn't be more eager to get married. His former self might have disliked the concept but now, James didn't want to turn back. He liked the sound of commitment, liked the thought that he was in love and liked that Harper was to become his. Become his wife.

-"James? Everything okay?"

James turned towards the door in which his Father dressed in his best, set foot into the room. Letting out a wheeze of air, he nodded then spoke, "Just...-

-"Nervous?"

"Yeah." James confessed, scratching the stubble upon his chin.

"It's normal, everyone goes through it. Should've seen me when I was getting married to your Mother. I could have sweated a pint." His Father joked, taking a seat next to his son.

"I...I just cannot wait to marry her." James uttered, hanging his elbows of his knees as he glanced towards the floor. Michael smiled, briefly patting his son on the back. "That my son, makes your old Father proud."

James scoffed, "Proud?" Although was part to play to disguising the faint redness in his cheeks.

Michael laughed in response, "Yes!" His laughter slowly settling down. "Son, I know...we don't have heart to heart moments like perhaps you and your Mother would have. I get it, we're guys. I don't like pouring out my feelings but it's my paternal role to tell you that James, I am proud."

James smirked shaking his head. "Thanks."

"Now, don't go spreading s**t that Michael Brewer is some softie. I've got an image to maintain." His Father jokingly warned, gently nudging his son in the arm.

James mockingly saluted.

"Good boy. Now f**king stop slumping about. Tidy yourself up because we've got a wedding to attend to." His Father said as he got to his feet.

James wouldn't admit aloud but it meant a lot to hear those words from his Father. He wouldn't lie neither that he always worked to make his Father proud. Taking over a business on that scale is no laughing matter, takes responsibility and maturity.

Heading downstairs, James was bombarded with surprise to see a group of his old friends from Uni, once he and Ethan separated ways. It was depressing that when he'd left Uni, they never stayed in contact considering they all went off in their separate ways.

"I didn't think you'd come." James confessed, clamping hands with one of his friends to perform a handshake. Drew the person in return, chortled, "James Brewer, think we'd miss the day the man became whipped!"

"F**k off." James laughed, pushing his shoulder away. "You can speak. Last time I heard you put a ring on that woman of yours."

-"That was donkey years ago!"

After reacquainting himself with his old friends, James was left alone to himself. Not long now. Not long till he was married man. Taking a quick sip from the glass of whiskey he had lightly poured himself, James' attention was alerted to someone's presence. James placed the glass back on the cabinet, restraining himself back from turning around in thunder.

-"What do you want?"  He asked calmly, daring to only turn once silence rocketed into the small gap between himself and the intruder.

-"I-I want to apologise."

James held his hands deep in his trouser pockets, "And what am I supposed to do? Forgive you and forget what happened, never happened."

"N-No." They replied, slumping their shoulders in defeat.

"I don't have time for this, I am getting married. And you must know that spare key you have, won't come into use after today. I no longer live here, no longer have to be reminded of the past or you in particular." James said, walking over towards the window as he looked out.

-"I know. I know. James, I have no one else I can talk to."

James sighed in disbelief, "You...you've got real cheek coming here." 

-"James, please. You've got to help me."  They pleaded.

James turned. "F**k off." He said dryly.

Katherine as it appeared to whom entered his domain, shook her head running her hands through her raven-black hair notably greasy. Her mascara was smudged below her eyes and faintly he took notice to the joggers she was wearing. He could admit he never expected her to take on the grudge look.

"James, please. Ethan, he's ruined my career." She sobbed holding her hands out forth as she attempted to travel to James. "I have f**king nothing left!" She screamed as he stepped back.

"F**k you Katherine, I don't want any of your problems. You involved yourself in the matter. Why would I help someone who f**ks about with Ethan." He argued. "You tried to take me down!"

"Please I'm sorry! Please you know him. You know what his like, I'll help you. We'll bring him down. I've got evidence. He told me about Kate, told me about Vi-

-"Stop." James warned. The mere thought that Ethan had told her about Violet disgusted him. That he wanted buried in the past, Ethan's near attempt had shattered his Sister that it would be a danger to breathe a word of it.

"James! Please!" She cried.

James took no more guiding her out to the front door. "Go." He ordered. Katherine turned on her feet begging him but it was no use, so she walked outside hearing nothing but the door shut her out. Samuels followed in flicking his thumb back and forth towards Katherine who sluggishly walked off the driveway.

"Everything okay, Sir?" Samuels asked, finally relaxing his attention on James who stood in the hallway.

James smiled, a genuine smile. "Great. Dealing with the past that is all."

Harper paced the room back and forth failing her hands about unable to keep still. Her face was flustered from the distress and it didn't help Dani's constant nagging in the background. She was just grateful that when James' Mother showed up, she took influence in the matter ushering Dani out to leave Harper alone.

Harper flopped herself onto the end of the bed before rolling herself into the quilts. She was so petrified yet so excited to take his hand in marriage. All she wanted was to be beside him if that was married or not, she didn't care as long as they were together. Marriage was only a bonus. Nor was this an ordinary marriage considering the press were likely to be jumping at the possibility of snatching an invitation. Truth be told she couldn't care less about that, her importance was solely James, always.

"Harper?" She heard his Mother call from the other side of the door. "Honey, the hairdresser is here."

"Coming!" She replied, only falling off her bed to the floor with a thud, tangling herself in the bedsheets. "Ow." She grumbled, shaking her head as she took to her feet.

It would be an understatement to say she'd spent a while pampering herself at best. Or rather the hired hairdresser and of course Dani's expertise on makeup to complete her entire look. Despite the time spent, the faces of elation shared between Mrs Brewer, Dani and Violet who joined in halfway was enough to make Harper feel beautiful. Harper herself could bypass how gorgeous her two bridesmaids looked dressed in red, the bottoms cascading down to the floor. Then there was Mrs Brewer' attire which was enough to make any 20 year old stick out like a sore thumb. They all looked so beautiful. Now, she could only imagine what James would look like in his tuxedo. It took her breath away for that second, picturing how his shirt would cling to his body emphasising only what he held beneath, the same going for the trousers.

Harper took one final glance in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled. There was nothing else to do. She took acceptance in the fluttering in her stomach only knowing that it was because marriage was just right around the corner. Harper was to marry the man she loved. And she couldn't honestly wait.

It was a summer's afternoon. The sunshine radiated, the smell of freshly cut-grass tickled nostrils, the hefty issue of pollen taking its mid-peak attack on the infected and the evident sound of the city was bustling through the streets of London. Today was beautiful just as James had hoped. The Venue, Dorchester Hotel as grand as it was had been decorated further to cater this day. Embellished with white roses in vases situated in every corner, and the area where the ceremony would take place was more than exquisite, even meticulous detail taken to where he had requested for rose petals scattered across up the aisle. The expense he had spared on Harper was worth every penny. It was indeed beautiful yet not as ravishing as Harper was.

Little than an and the room where it was to be held was becoming crammed with bursts of people dressed in elaborate attire waiting in anticipation for the bride. Aunts to Uncles, Grandparents to small nieces had indulged into his presence. His Mother's sister, Aunt Melissa tired her best to not leave behind lipstick stains as she plastered her lips all-over his cheeks. Everyone was proud to say the least. James had best to control the Press who grew outside ever so impatiently with being restricted from stepping foot in radius of the Hotel. He needn't no photographers like that.

Harper glanced out from the windows of the 1933 Vintage Rolls Royce Limousine as it rounded the corner. Beside her Michael sat comfortably, a man of his word sticking to give her way. She closed her eyes more than ever in apprehension. Butterflies continually attacked within her stomach, her bottom lip quivered that biting her lip seemed necessary and she was sure her cheeks became flustered.

-"Hey, you okay?" Michael asked, startling her a little.

"I'm just so... nervous." She replied as she opened her eyes. Michael smiled in return, "That's a good thing to be nervous."

"What was it like when you got married?" She asked.

Michael turned in his seat towards her, "To be completely honest, I was on the verge of losing my sanity. I was scared but when I watched..." His eyes drifting afar as if taking that moment to reminisce. "Gwen walk down that aisle, I was no longer afraid. I couldn't wait to make her my wife. That's how it's going to feel for James just as much as it will feel for you."

Harper smiled. "Thank you."

Michael smiled in response before turning back in his seat just as the journey came to an end.

Taking his hand, she held onto the bottom of her dress pulling it up wearily to not fall or trip knowing her luck as her feet met the floor. Michael gently patted her hand as she hooked her arm through his, only to be welcomed by staff at the door.

"You can do this, kiddo." He whispered as they reached at the start of the doors in where everyone was. Harper nodded taking a deep breath. That feeling of anxiety had fled leaving her only excited to walk down that aisle into the hands of the man she loved.

James knew her presence had fled into the room that she enthralled the people to stand up to their feet. James didn't dare turn first waiting for the principal moment to seize eyes upon her. Harper couldn't remove the elation that ran onto her lips notably bringing her dimples out in her cheeks. Steadily holding her arm onto Michael's arm she took confidence walking up towards where the man dressed in his best stood at the end waiting for her. James exhaled then steadily turned only to be immediately enraptured by her beauty. His breath hitched, the chanting in his heart as Harper walked towards him accompanied by his own Father. Her smile was contagious diffusing identical smiles of warmth from the crowd who were only mesmerized by the true beauty in that she was. Her dress was beyond exquisite, its neckline sitting below the shoulder to highlight her shoulders and that collarbone James adored to plaster his lips across. The bottom of the dress flounced out, trailing after her as she held the bouquet of roses between her grasp. James was transfixed to her as if there was nothing else in the room and did not dare once remove his eyes even as she reached to the side of him. Her smile met his own.

"You...look absolutely beautiful." James uttered, speechless still as his eyes continued to run down her body.

"Thank you." She blushed. Strands of her hair that had fell from her loose bun slid down her face as she looked to the floor for a brief second. It took only seconds after until her dark yet lit green eyes took forage into his own. James couldn't deny the whirlwind of fire erupting deep in his stomach. Behind and around him it became blurred leaving only Harper focused; the centre of his world.

Twiddling her fingers out towards his, she latched to hold onto them. Smiling to herself she followed leaning in towards him as she muttered, "As ever you look strikingly handsome, Mr Brewer."

James smiled undoubtedly squeezing hers just as the Officiant approached heading towards in front of them. Harper's heart hammered patently as the ceremony began. Neither one of them could wait, it was like a fire ready to combust or a season of drought ending. 

At the point of the vows, James grew ever impatient wanting only to claim her lips.

Turning to face his beautiful soon-to-be wife, James spoke, "I James Brewer, take you, Harper Daniels, to be my lawful wedded wife." His words causing her cheeks to redden at sight yet seeing this set his own heart racing knowing that he had desired effect on her. It couldn't never get old.

What would be the point of marrying someone or continuing to stay with the other if they couldn't have the same desired effect on you? That should never become outdated, it should remain to always be there. It validates the point that love never grows old.

-"I Harper Daniels, take you, James Brewer to be my lawful wedded husband."

-"From this day forward; for better, for worse." James spoke.

"To love and cherish." Her words in repletion to his own earlier.  Despite separation of the hearing of their vows, it was clear that they fitted together just like that of puzzle.

From the side of him, James could hear the raucous sobbing of his Mother as James received the ring. Enraptured by her beauty, he had to pause. It was beyond his capability to calm the raw, rapturous tears that threatened in his own eyes. Hearing her cries of joy as he went to place the ring on her fourth finger teared his insides up with elation, he began to speak, "Harper Daniels, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage." Tears slid down Harper's cheeks as she held her other free hand to her lips as he continued, "With my body I honour you, all that I am I give to you." The ring against her finger instantly familiarised to her skin.

Harper took a hold of James' hand as much as her own hands trembled, she couldn't help to cry in elation as she spoke, "James Brewer, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage." Gently slipping the ring onto his fourth finger engaged more tears to follow, even as James dared to skim the soft pad of his left thumb against her cheek. Harper was spluttering like a fool that she had to pause herself to take a deep breath. Looking back into his eyes she found home. "With...my body I honour you, all that I am I give to you." She finished.

The sight of their hands interlinked along with the circles of sliver on their fingers meant so much. The symbol of the ring itself spoke how their love had no end and forever be eternal. No one had dared to speak out against their marriage as the Officiant asked the simple question. It was relief.

The officiant rejoiced, "By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife." Then turned towards James, "You may kiss the bride."

James raised his eyebrows grinning like that of teenage sweetheart before gently pulling her into his embrace as he took her lips. The taste of her, the smell of her and the beauty of her, was his. James had to be careful that they were in the public eye of witnesses and didn't give them a show. Pulling apart, he wetted the bottom of his lip purposefully that Harper was one to see and it remained inconspicuous to the rest. Harper shook her head smiling as he took hold of her hand.

"I don't know how I'm cope with you." She uttered.

"I don't how I'm going to cope with keeping my hands off you." James whispered against her ear, igniting a sudden desire deep within her stomach and the reflection of her embarrassment across her cheeks. Sneakily he placed his hand edging past the lower part of her back and moving elsewhere as they turned towards the guests who were engaged in celebrating to have taken notice. Swatting his hand gently away, she grabbed his hand as they began hand in hand down the aisle.

Taking occupancy within the Hotel's ballroom, guest after guest bestowed them with congratulations. The décor inside was beyond her expectations. Tables decorated in their best silk tablecloth with the addition of arranged bouquets of flowers placed in the middle, the dancefloor lit in the centre, and where their table just before it took insight on everyone else ahead. It was so gorgeous that Harper was indecisive to whether this was a dream or not and had to pinch herself to be certain.

His Mother plastered them each with kisses that faint red stains had appeared on James' cheeks as she pulled back.

"Oh my goodness, look at you two!" She cried. "Married!"

James smiled, "Yes, married... Isn't that right, Mrs Brewer?" He grinned, taking her hand in his before gently bringing her hand to his lips. Harper blushed, "Indeed we are."

Gwen clapped her hands in delight, "Oh! This is so much to take in!" Then raced off towards the end of their table where Michael sat wrapped up in conversation with Violet.

James sneered, "I love my Mother."

Harper shook her head smiling to herself before she spoke, "You've got lipstick on your cheeks. Should I be concerned at all about that?" Raising her eyebrow.

James held his hands in surrender, "Why Mrs Brewer. I'm a married man!" Then took to wiping it off his cheek.

-"Wiping away the evidence I see."

James rested his hand on her thigh as he leaned in to mutter, "Jealous?"

Harper bit down onto her bottom lip deliberately, igniting hunger that she could see reflecting through his eyes. James squeezed further down onto her thigh leaning closer that his breath tickled against her bare neck. "Tread carefully, Mrs Brewer. I'm a very impatient man."

-"Is that-

-"Uncle James!" An adorable squeal of excitement caused them to break apart instantly. Harper burrowed her embarrassment away as she took hold of her flute of champagne bringing it to lips trying to disguise her redness. She watched James take to her feet in elation.

"Look how big you've grown!" He declared, picking up a delightful, adorable little girl swinging her around in his arms. She squealed in laughter as he tickled her before propping her down onto the edge of the table.

"Hey, Congratulations." His cousin, Rebecca said over the opposite of the table. James smiled, "Thank you." Before diverting attention back towards the lively child.

"Mommy says you're a big man!" The girl said.

"Well your Mommy is right." James replied, causing another burst of laughter from her as he tickled underneath her chin. Then the child turned towards Harper, "Are you a Princess?" She asked. Harper couldn't help to smile at the child's inquisitive nature, "I'm not quite sure."

"Course she is, Lucy." James smiled. "I'm her Prince Charming."

Lucy, the little girl appraised this new information for a moment until her pupils dilated in surprise. "A Princess!" She gasped.

Rebecca smiled shaking her head, "Well, come on you. Your Uncle needs some time alone." Opening her arms as James picked Lucy up passing her over to her Mother.

"Can I d-dance with you, Uncle James?" Lucy asked, clapping her hands together.

James gasped, playing along. "Why, I was going to ask you that!"

Lucy giggled as she restlessly fidgeted within her Mother's arm.

Harper couldn't help to smile at the sight of James. To think that James Brewer, her husband and CEO would have experience with children. It was even more adorable when James blew her kiss then waved goodbye as Rebecca carried her child back over to her table.

-"Now where was we?" He said, the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he held his hand out. Taking her hand she lifted herself to her feet. Without a word he began pulling along bypassing the few who congratulated them along the way that she had to question him, "James! Where are you taking me?" She hissed, looking back to see if anyone noticed the absence of their presence. James continued to pull her along heading outside the room until he stopped for a moment flickering his head back and forth on inspection of the empty corridor.

"James!" Harper gasped as he headed into 'Employees Only' in what appeared to be a stockroom. Shutting the door behind them, he took no longer then to crash his lips against hers and locking his arms around her waist. Unable to defy him with the likes of how intoxicating his mouth was against hers and the raucous sound of her heart hammering, she responded only deepening the kiss further. Slowly his hands moved to rest comfortably on her hips as he pulled her closer in, their bodies moulded to one another. Harper burned all over and couldn't stop the escape of breath that left her lips as he squeezed her bum or how he teasingly trailed his lips across her collarbone heading towards her cleavage.

"So f**king beautiful." He groaned, intoxicated himself as he nipped her earlobe. "I won't be able to stop myself."

"Then don't." She panted, her chest rising faster as he pushed her back to the wall, disturbing the surrounding shelved cupboards. His lips met with hers, this time much faster, the contact of his tongue and the freedom of his hands over her body. Harper tangled her hands through his hair as he crouched to lift her legs up that she willingly wrapped them around his body. With deft motion of her nimble fingers she clawed at the top of his shirt exposing his upper chest. Giving him no chance, she pressed her lips against his chest. James closed his eyes feeling her hot breath against his skin, it was like paradise. Lifting her higher up, James nuzzled his face between her breasts, then moved his lips towards the sensitive part of her neck teasingly nipping. Harper gasped clawing her nails into his back.

"Harper." He breathed.

-"What?"

"Give me fifteen seconds and I'll have this dress off." He murmured.

"In this stockroom?" She gasped, remaining to still trail kisses down across his defined jawline.

-"Yes, I can't wait no more."

"What you waiting for then?" Harper giggled, scooping her head to the side allowing him more access to her neck.

James smirked leaning back in until the presence of voices outside caused them to stop. Dropping her slowly down to her feet, he sighed. "Looks like our fun is stopped."

Harper rolled her eyes playfully, shuffling her dress back down where it had risen up. "You're going to have to wait until tonight."

James held his finger to his lips as he walked towards the door to listen against the surface of the door. The distant sound of voices continued, 'Where's the bride and the groom?'

James turned back around and whispered, "Party's over. They're looking for us."

Harper rushed over to him, scooting her hands towards his collar. "I'd better fix your shirt for you, Mr Brewer." She smiled. James pecked his lips on her nose, "Thank you, Mrs Brewer."

Moments after checking if the corridor was clear, James sneaked out with Harper just like that of teenagers sneaking out after hours heading back the ballroom. Granted as soon as they headed back inside, his Mother was first to question their absence.

"And where did you two head off?" Gwen asked. "We've been waiting for the cake to be cut."

James stretched his arm moving it around Harper's shoulders as he grinned, "Just popped outside for some air, Mother. Apologises."

Gwen narrowed her eyes towards her son suspicious to the matter before dismissing it completely as she spoke out, "Right, let's get the cake cut. The photographer needs more photos of you two." Then she walked off heading towards where the crowd were at. James squeezed Harper closer to him as he uttered, "Bossy isn't she?"

"Shut up you. She has a point." Harper replied. James laughed kissing the top of her forehead as they headed to where guests gathered at the colossal cake containing two edible figurines of a bride and groom.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Drew who stood near the front yelled, wolf whistling as James and Harper headed upfront.

Ahead James took position behind Harper as they took hold of the knife together. Around family and friends stood plastered with beaming smiles along with the photographer taking snaps of the happy couple. Both James and Harper smiled in glee as they sliced the cake together. Harper picked up first slice wriggling it teasingly in front of James then shoving it into his mouth. Cake sprung around the edges of his mouth along with crumbs taking hostage upon his shirt.

Harper cried with laughter as he began licking the icing off his fingers then wiping the excess from the corners of his mouth.

"Come here, you." He smiled, enveloping her into a hug as he wiped some of the crumbs onto her.

It wasn't long until the dancefloor became their spotlight. A thousand eyes rested solely on the couple as they took to the centre. James held his hand out smiling with content, "Can I have this dance, Mrs Brewer?"

Harper blushed, smiling undoubtedly as she accepted and fell into his embrace. Resting his hands comfortably around her waist, he began to sway them around dancing in rhythm to the song that played in the background.

"You're so beautiful. And you're all mine." He uttered, the chorus of "Everything I do (I do it for you) by Bryan Adams playing in the background.

Harper blushed moving her arms around his neck. "And you're all mine, Mr Brewer."

James smiled lifting her in the air causing the guests to erupt with applause. Harper laughed in glee as he dropped her slowly down back into his arms. It isn't strange at all to say when you look someone you love in the eyes that it indefinitely unlocks the entire universe. When James locked eyes with Harper in that moment, everything else distanced itself away, his heart pounded like a drum and his mouth would became so parched because everything about Harper would take his breath away.

She broke down those barriers finding the real him.

Twirling them around, Harper could only laugh more in his arms. She looked so carefree and glowing in his arms that it was sight to crave. As he begun to spin her out of his arms, without word of warning she fell onto the floor with a thud. At her sudden stumble, James hurried to her side, "You okay?" He asked, only her face didn't express hurt but amusement in the matter.

"I'm fine." She creased up as he held both hands out to help her up re-taking her back into his arms. "What am I going to do with you?" He smiled, shaking his head.

"I don't know." She laughed.

"My Miss Clumsy." He said, bringing her closer as he kissed the top of her head. Harper slid her arms around his neck, "Tell me that story again." She said.

James grinned raising his eyebrows, in the background a shift of song changed allowing other partners to take the floor around them. "What the one where the cloddish but stunning woman wandered into my office and spilt that cup of coffee all over my lap?"

Harper nodded. "That's the one." Before planting a kiss onto his cheek.

Not only did she have the greatest joy of dancing with her husband, she took to the floor with his Father who whisked her about then took offer off Elliot who only but congratulated her over and over. From the corner of her eye, she watched as James danced with his cousin's niece yet his eyes would not fail to meet hers during that time they were apart.

It was clear to see that they were truly in love. By the end of the night, restless and impatient as they grew, their hands would soon find contact with one another that it became extremely difficult to push aside. So after photo, after photo and the final farewells with guests, they were finally left alone.

And nothing was more special than spending their night together as husband and wife.

"I've been waiting to have you all night, Mrs Brewer." James confessed as they stood outside the hotel room. Harper turned in his embrace moving her arms around his neck as she replied, "All night long?"

"All night long." James repeated, as he pushed the door opened with his foot still holding Harper in his arms.

The interior of the room was beyond ravishing nor did excluding James' additional touches of rose petals scattered towards the bed. Harper gasped going further in to the room as her heart melted at the sight of candles lit around, and she caught peek at the bouquets of flowers situated in every corner.

A delightful shiver ran up her spine as the lights dimmed within the bedroom and she faintly could hear music playing in the background. Turning on her foot, her lips curled as James stood leaning against the door, his tie lopsided and shirt slightly untucked. Her heart hammered against her chest as she spoke out lifting her eyebrow up, "Can I help you, Mr Brewer?"

James wetted his bottom lip directing another spontaneous shiver down her back. Harper couldn't push aside the desire that ran through her veins, the sensation of butterflies attacking her stomach and how her breath rate shifted beyond normality. Harper took note, uneasy to how his shirt lifted from the waistline as he readjusted his pose. His muscles beneath were begging to be exposed and the more time she'd spent ogling them, the more impatient she herself grew.

"Fancy that, I'm a married man. And we're alone for once." James said calmly raising his hand that wore the ring, his eyes however begged to differ growing hungrier by the second. "Appears that I'm no longer available."

"And should that be a problem?" Harper replied, playing along as he moved slowly around the room as if he were an animal on hunt for its prey.

"Good question, Mrs Brewer." James muttered, slithering closer towards Harper that she was sure he could point out the irregularity of her breathing. Harper dared to bite down on her bottom lip arousing James' interest even more. James closed the gap between them, the act of his hands running down her bare shoulders set a storm of lust through her.

"Mrs Harper Brewer. It appears that... you married me." He uttered, his voice dangerously dark and low. Harper held her breath as she stole a glimpse to his lips. Without word of warning, she felt his one hand slip to her back to run the zip of her dress down gradually. Harper closed her eyes for a second opening them to meet his own eager, hungry eyes.

"You know, Mrs Brewer?" He muttered.

"What?" She asked, breathless as she felt air tickle onto her exposed bare back.

"I f**king love you." He said, then in a spilt second crashing his lips against hers enveloping his arms around her, his hands roaming to her hips, squeezing them. Harper parted her lips welcoming his tongue that collided with her own. Hunger overwhelmed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him to progressively run the zip further down that in no moment, she stepped out the dress discarding it to the side as he guided her backwards towards the king-size bed. James broke apart, his eyes feasting on the sight of the lingerie as he spoke breathlessly, "Oh, Mrs Brewer. You do go beyond, don't you?" His hand freely roaming to her thigh where he pulled on the bridal garter, flinging back like an elastic band. Taking his suit jacket off he threw it to the side where he allowed Harper to take of his white shirt exposing his chest that fed Harper's impulse to run her hands over.

Lying obediently back onto the bed, Harper couldn't rid of the elation on her face as he straddled himself over her. Wearing only but his suit trousers and herself wearing lacy white lingerie, James took benefit to roam his lips across her near naked body. Gradually, he trailed his lips across her stomach prompting Harper to bite back a gasp at the ticklish sensation against her skin. As he moved closer reclaiming her lips, he shivered as he felt Harper's hands trace the side of his stomach. No longer could she control the moans that escaped her lips and nor could she be sheepish feeling his friend poke against her thigh. Harper could only smile between his lips excited that she had that desired effect over him.

"What are you trying to say, Mr Brewer?" She breathlessly said as he James claimed his lips onto the sensitive spot of her neck, he knew that he could make her moan. James broke back, "That my wife...is one sexy- His words drifting away as he pressed his lips on her breasts. "Woman." He added as he pulled back.

"Is that so?" Harper gasped as she felt his hand move from her thigh to her most intimate place. He teased moving his fingers deliberately slow in circular motions over the silk fabric. Harper expressed moaning with delight gradually clutching the quilt in her hands from her desire coming through.

"Mmmm, you've made me more of an impatient man being with you. F**k, you're so w..." He groaned, before nuzzling his lips in the arch of her neck. Harper ran her nails down his back sure that she was leaving possible red marks, not that James cared and complied when she dug at the belt of his trousers unable to ignore the throbbing bulge in his boxers. Getting rid of his trousers, he took position back over, his one hand freely moving towards her breast, cupping it gently before softly squeezing it, endangering her pleasure that begged to be free.

"I want you..." She breathed out, tossing slightly beneath his embrace as his hands continued to freely explore her body.

"And you will." James whispered, grabbing a packet from his discarded trousers on the floor. James began to slowly move her panties down. James took to kiss the inside of her thigh, very near towards the intimate part that she bit harder down onto her bottom lip. James slithered up her body, occasionally stopping to plant kisses before he stopped at her collarbone, "You're f**king...gorgeous, je t'aime." The words rolling off his tongue were alluringly seductive. He unclasped her bra, throwing it to the side that she was completely naked beneath him and only wore the bridal garter, he'd purposefully did not remove. His hands went to work, massaging her breasts that she couldn't control the sounds that fled her lips in response.

Without word of warning, she gasped at the intrusion of him entering her adjusting to his size. Sure she lost her virginity to him and they made love countless times when they got together yet tonight completely differed. She couldn't be sure if it was because they were newly-wed or the undeniable lust they had for each other made the experience more exhilarating. He moaned against her ear, each thrust empowering her. It took no longer than a few seconds when he started going faster that she was increasingly getting closer to her release. It was hard not to; James was an expert in bed.

Complying with her demands, he increased his speed until soon enough, he collapsed to the side of her, both breathless.

"I could never get tired of that. F**k you're just so goddam beautiful." He breathed out, resting his arm around her body as she nestled her head comfortably on his chest. Gently he began to run his fingers in circular motions on her shoulder as he confessed, "I'll never stop loving you, Mrs Brewer."

"Me neither, Mr Brewer." She breathed out.

"F**k it. Let me make love to you again." James blurted, rolling in the quilts as she giggled delightfully.

Thank you for reading. I do apologise if there is any mistakes as I was up late! And I do have a cold! Also want to apologise for the last epilogue, some of you might have liked it but as a writer I really didn't think it worked and what I wanted to project didn't get over. Example of bad writing. I do hope you liked this chapter and if you did, please VOTE, COMMENT and SHARE!

Again just want to say a massive thank you to you guys! This book means so much to me that it's hard to see it come to a end. As for another epilogue, that might not be for a while. But I will let you know! I really do hope you enjoyed this epilogue and I haven't made the mistake of deleting the other one for no reason.

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If I am perfectly honest, I feel if a book has a great ending then there is no need for a epilogue. But of course, I needed to share the wedding. Most important to their relationship.