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Listen to the music up there when they walk into their reception! They dance to this song (all my Cameroonians......even though I'm Ghanaian.)

Today's the day. I'm excited, I'm crying, I'm panicking, I'm awake an hour before I'm supposed to be, I can't wait to wear my dress!!! Lord have mercy, my heart is beating at two hundred miles per hour.

I wake the girls up and force them to get everything ready, so we can go to the venue. I'm so excited, I managed to convince Nikolai to the vows at a church, and so I'll get ready at the reception venue and drive to the church and then come back and change into my beautiful ball gown.

I'm so happy.

~~~~

So, the makeup artist is almost done, and my hair is being straightened and curled. I'm so hyped to get in my dress like I appreciate the artist making me look fly but hurry the fuck up.

"Bellamy, how do we look?" Brandi asks.

Introducing, a brown skin, long purple braids in a bun, beautiful make-up, lips popping, lashes on fleek, purple off the shoulder, bodycon mermaid dress that accentuates her God blessed hips, welcome, my younger sister Brandi.

"Beautiful, so beautiful." I fanned my face to try and keep from crying.

Another beautiful tan skin, full kinky hair in a poofy half updo, cheekbones accentuated, nose highlighted, purple off shoulder mermaid dress that comes around her huge belly so perfectly, welcome, my beautiful pregnant friend, Winola Grady.

"You both are so beautiful. If I wasn't doing my make-up, I would hug both of you right now."

Winola giggles. "Bless your heart, Bells. I feel so pretty right now."

Brandi smiles. "We can tell bitch, your cowgirl is coming out."

Winola rolls her eyes as I laugh softly, trying to keep still.

~~~~~

Look at me, brown skin, straightened curled hair, beautifully bedazzled wedding dress, an elegant purple lipstick; welcome, me, Bellamy DuPont, or should I say Bellamy Semenov.

Oh my god, we're getting married!!!!!!

We're at the church. Thanks to Benji being here, we have a flower girl and a ring boy. Winola and Bentley just went. Brandi went with some hunk Nikolai brought, Massimo went with Farah, and now it's my turn.

Benji smiles at me. "Are you ready?"

No, forget what I said. I get why people are so nervous. I'm shitting my pants–no skirt, I'm shitting my skirt.

I hook my arm around Benji's. "Yes, let's go."

The doors open, and we begin walking.

Nikolai, you idiot, why are you so stone-faced?!

So, embarrassing, he looks like he has a stick up his ass.

Benji hands me over to Nikolai, and I can't help the smile that flashes through my face when I see him.

Of course, he's not wearing purple like I suggested, but the tuxedo looks so fine on him. Black and white never looked so fine. He looks scrum-di-da-de-licious.

He finally smirks. "I can't wait to rip this shit off you."

I scoff. "This is my wedding dress. I prefer you gently slip it off of me."

~~~~~

"I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us."

"With this ring, I, Nikolai, take you, Bellamy, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me through all our years and in all that life may bring us."

"With this ring, I, Bellamy, take you, Nikolai, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me through all our years and in all that life may bring us."

~~~~~

"By the power vested in me by the state of New Jersey, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Nikolai grabs my waist and pulls me into a deep kiss as everyone claps and cheers. Nikolai continues to kiss me until I'm feeling a little something I'm not supposed to feel.

I push him off and smile. "Ok, buddy, I don't think the pastor will appreciate it if we fucked on the altar."

Nikolai puts his face on the crook of my neck. "I'll make him appreciate it."

~~~~

Once we get in the car, Nikolai pulls me on top of him, kissing and groping me everywhere. I moan into the kiss as his tongue explores me, making me feel wet down there at how his tongue would feel.

"Excuse me." The driver interrupts us.

I immediately pull off Nikolai. "Y-yes! Sorry."

"We're here."

I nod as Nikolai grumbles.

"I'll see you after I change." I peck his lips.

Nikolai grabs my elbow. "Why can't we change in the same room?"

I narrow my eyes. "You know why, boy, don't play." I laugh near the end.

Imagine calling Nikolai a boy.

"What did you call me?" Nikolai stalks closer to me.

"Um, my outrageously hot and smexy husband?" I smile coyly.

"Right." Nikolai chuckles before walking into the men's room to change.

~~~~~

I look like a Victorian royal. I absolutely love this dress. It's giving me rich in the 1700s. Of course, I bought Nikolai a purple suit, but he wore black and white again.

"Nikolai, where's your purple–"

"I'm not wearing fucking purple."

I roll my eyes. "It's not gonna strip you of your masculinity, I promise."

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Semenov."

"Oh, look, it's too late to fucking change. Hurry up before I change my mind and decide not to waltz across the floor like an idiot."

I scoff before walking out with Nikolai.

My favorite French song plays, and Nikolai spins me around on the dance floor before pulling me close.

C'est dans ma galère que la go

Antou m'a quitté, oh ah

C'est dans ma galère que la go

Antou m'a quitté, oh ah

C'est dans ma galère que la go

Antou m'a quitté, oh ah

C'est dans ma galère que la go

Antou m'a quitté, oh ah

"Sway, Nikolai."

Nikolai puts his hands on my hips. "What the fuck is a sway?"

I giggle. "Follow my lead."

Dieu merci pour moi je savais chanter un peu

J'ai fait ma cassette oh on me voit à la télé

Matin midi soir c'est moi je chante à la radio

Antou a vu çà elle dit le gaou a percé

Attends je vais partir le couper

Et on dit premier gaou n'est pas gaou oh

C'est deuxième gaou qui est niata oh ah

On dit premier gaou n'est pas gaou oh

C'est deuxième gaou qui est niata oh ah

I turn around and sway my bottom against Nikolai, and he grunts. "That's how you sway."

"You should do that tonight."

I laugh as he twirls me around a couple of times.

"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Semenov." Brandi's my M.C

Nikolai and I sit at our table with Winola, Benji, Farah, Massimo, Bentley, and Brandi.

"Hi, I'm Benji."

Nikolai shakes his hand. "Nikolai."

Awkward.

"This is my older brother Benji. Remember, he took us to the park."

Benji's eyes widened. "Bella, you're marrying that Nikolai?!"

Shit.

Nikolai tenses. "Bella?"

Benji smiles. "Yea, Bellamy, Bella."

Nikolai nods before gulping down a glass of hard vodka.

"Fairy, Silas, and Soren have grown so much." I change the subject.

They're sticking to Massimo like stickers.

Massimo seems to be great with kids.

Fairy, Silas, and Soren are Benji's children. Fairy's six, Silas's five, and Soren's two.

Benji smiles. "Yea, I know. Fairy and Silas fight over stupid shit all the time, and Soren's the angel."

"I could've sworn a couple years ago, you said you hated children." Bentley jokes while Winola rests her head on his shoulder.

"That's why you're having four at the same time." Benji retorts. "Hoe."

Bentley narrows his eyes and sticks the middle finger at both Benji and me for laughing. "Both of you can go to hell."

"Now, now, Bentley," Farah says, smiling.

"It doesn't amount to a hill of beans," Winola says.

"What?"

Winola clears her throat. "Sorry, I meant it wasn't worth the argument."

"Country tendencies." I mock Winola.

~~~~

We skipped speeches and my dance with my father, and Nikolai stiffly danced with his mother, and we had people dance. Nikolai didn't request any Russian songs because he said there was no need, he wasn't going to step on the dance floor, and he didn't. I didn't either. I didn't want Nikolai catching me slipping.

"Now it's time for the groom to take off the garter."

I nearly choke. "Excuse me? What garter?"

Brandi smiles mischievously. "It's that piece I gave you to put on your leg. Nikolai has to bend down and take it off with his teeth."

My eyes bulge as Nikolai smirks. "That's a garter–No way am I doing that!"

Brandi shrugs. "Too late."

So, here I am, on a chair as Nikolai bends underneath my dress, the crowd is cheering, and I'm pretty sure I've defied all laws and turned red.

"Go!" Brandi shouts in the microphone.

Nikolai shrugs at me before sticking his head underneath my dress.

I'm here thinking he was gonna make this fast and quick. His tongue slides across my thigh, so close to my now throbbing pussy, before he takes the garter and shows it to the crowd.

"Talk about sexy! Come on, bride, throw your bouquet!" Brandi winks.

I get up, flustered, and glare at a smug Nikolai.

My nose twitches, and he smirks.

Goddamn it!

I focus on the crowd and smile before tossing my bouquet back.

Well, well, well.

How cliche, Winola got the flowers.

I smirk at her, and she rolls her eyes.

~~~~

It's four am, the wedding is finally over, and Nikolai and I are on our way to our honeymoon in a private jet. I didn't even know he owned one.

I wanted to go to the Scottish Highlands in the UK, so we'll be there for a week, and then we'll go to Russia and France for another week.

Nikolai sits on his chair, his legs wide open.

Rawr, so sexy.

"Come here."

I smile and straddle him. "It wasn't fair what you did."

Nikolai smirks, grabbing my ass. "Let me reimburse you then."

"S'il te plaît fais, mon chéri." (Please do, my dear)

Nikolai smirks. "It's very sexy when you speak French."

I smile. "It's very sexy when you speak Russian. S'il te plait baise moi." (Please fuck me.)

Nikolai french kisses me. "Я трахну тебя." (I will fuck you.)

Nikolai's finger plunges into my tight hole, surprising me.

"Oh! Fuck." I whisper.

He adds another finger and starts to pump in and out of me, seeking deeper depths. I put my head on his chest as I involuntarily spread my legs wider and ride his fingers, in which he adds a third finger, stretching me out, and begins to ram them inside, and I don't last a minute; I surprisingly squirt, gasping and blushing.

Nikolai smirks, taking his pants off and pulling his dick out. "Ride my dick." I nod, hurrying out of my skirt, straddle him, and try to move slowly down, but Nikolai grabs my waist and smashes me down on his dick.

"Nikolai!" I moan.

He holds onto my waist as he moves his hips incredibly fast into me; I feel it in my stomach yet again as he hits my cervix, making me scream in pleasure. Nikolai takes my underwear, shoves it in my mouth, and continues to ram and rearrange my insides until I'm whimpering and signaling that I'm going to cum. Nikolai reaches over and rubs my clit harshly, sending me overboard, I almost fall cumming, and Nikolai cums right after.

I rest my forehead on him, gasping for breath.

"You're on birth control, right?"

I scoff. "Now you ask." I get off and dress back up as he watches me intently.

"Are you, or are you not?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, father."

Nikolai sneers. "Stop calling me that. It's fucking weird."

"Yes, Nikolai, I'm on birth control."

"Good, cause I don't plan on stopping."

"No, not again," I whine.

~~~~

I don't remember what happened after our fifth round. I think I passed out. I woke up on a very comfy bed, and I immediately knew we were at a hotel.

Oops, must've passed out, I guess.

A very luxurious one at that. The vibe was very relaxing; brown, beige, and warm gold colors fly around, and I roll around in bed to find I'm in an incredible amount of pain.

I groan out loudly. "Ow. It hurts."

The door opens and closes.

Nikolai's back from where he came from. "You're awake?"

I nod. "Where are we?"

Nikolai smirks. "You passed out the fucking whole ride. We're in the UK."

"Stop looking at me like that."

Nikolai chuckles. "Like what?" Nikolai climbs the bed.

"Like you're internally mocking me!" I whine.

Nikolai gives me his beautiful smile before kissing me. "I'm not." He caresses my face. "Still getting mad at my facial expressions."

I punch his chest lightly before pouting. "You're so annoying."

Nikolai laughs, clearly amused. I cross my arms, and he stops laughing and kisses me. "I'm sorry." He snorts before kissing me again.

He repeatedly gives me small kisses before I deepen them. His knee comes in between my legs and I groan, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong, Bells?" Nikolai asks, cupping my face.

I shake my head. "It hurts."

Nikolai furrows his brows. "What–oh, oh fuck, what, you want some pain meds or something?"

I smile. "No, cuddle with me and watch a movie."

Nikolai smiles and takes off his sweater.

~~~~~

"What the fuck? She asked him to show her."

I stroke his chest as I laugh. "There is a second movie, you know. They don't forever break up."

Nikolai scoffs. "Forget it. I'm not fucking watching this again."

I look up at him. "Mr. Grey got off of her pain; of course, she was going to leave unless he did something about that. She's not into that."

Nikolai furrows his brows. "Why the fuck would she ask even when he told her she wouldn't like it."

I think for a while. "Anna wanted to know him."

"Why get to know someone if you're not going to like it?"

I shrug. "She came back. She still liked him. She needed time to process."

"You didn't need time to process the fact that I've killed before."

I sigh, putting my head down on his chest and pushing his hand on my head. "I'm not Anna. Unlike her, I read many mafia books, and I know what you guys do."

Nikolai strokes my hair. "The second movie better fucking be good."

"Yay!" I play the next movie, Fifty Shades Darker.

"I swear to god, Bells."

"I promise."

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