Page 58 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

"What do you think of these centerpieces?" I asked, pointing to an elegant arrangement of roses and lilies.

Amirah glanced at the page and shrugged. "They're nice, but a bit too traditional for my taste. I thought you wanted something more unique?"

I nodded, flipping through the pages to find something that caught my eye. We continued discussing various wedding details, but my mind kept drifting back to our previous conversation. In the end, I knew what I had to do.

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Rafael

The day had been long, but there was a bounce in my step as I walked up the driveway with a folder clutched in my hand. Inside it were the results of hours of research and a meeting with the best wedding planner in the country – a selection of possible venues for our wedding. Yasmin gave me free rein to plan most things for our local wedding which would take place after we got back from Dubai. She'd sounded cheerful when we spoke on the phone earlier, promising me that she'd have something special for me when I got home.

Pushing the door open, I stepped into the cool, familiar hallway. The house was quiet, but I could hear faint voices from the living room. I headed towards the sound and found Elena and Carlos seated at the table, engrossed in a game of cards.

"Hey, Mr. Amato," Elena greeted me, not looking up from her hand. Carlos gave me a quick nod, his focus equally divided between his cards and the game.

"Hey," I replied, setting the folder on a nearby table. "Where's Yasmin?"

"She retired to your room a while ago," Carlos said, his eyes never leaving the cards.

I raised an eyebrow. That was odd. I spoke to Yasmin on the phone before leaving my meeting, and she didn't mention feeling tired. "Thanks," I said, trying to mask my surprise.

Before I headed upstairs, I turned back to Elena and Carlos. "You guys can take off for the night. The other guards are circling the property, so we're covered."

Elena immediately gathered the cards and stood up. "Alright, boss. Have a good night."

Carlos followed suit, and I watched them leave before picking up the folder again. The house felt different tonight, almost electric with anticipation. I shook off the feeling and walked up the stairs, eager to show Yasmin pictures of each venue.

As I reached our bedroom door, I paused for a moment. The door was slightly ajar, and a soft, inviting glow spilled into the hallway. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and froze.

Yasmin was sitting on the edge of the bed, a vision of pure seduction. She wore nothing but a set of white lace lingerie, garter, and stockings that hugged her curves perfectly. Her legs were crossed, accentuated by the sexiest pair of heels I had ever seen. She looked up at me with a sultry smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, all I could do was stare.

"Well, hello there," she purred, her voice low and inviting. "I was beginning to think you'd never come home."

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to regain my composure. "Wow, Yasmin. You look... wow."

She chuckled as she stood and walked towards me, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. "I wanted to surprise you," she said, running a hand down my chest. "Did it work?"

"Definitely," I managed to say, my voice a little hoarse. I held up the folder. "I found some amazing venues for our wedding."

Her eyes lit up with interest, but she didn't take the folder. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. It was slow and deep, and I felt the day's stress melt away. When we finally broke apart, she smiled up at me.

"Tell me all about them," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed.

She placed me at the edge, and I sat, with her behind me. I opened the folder, spreading the photos and brochures across the bedspread. "This one is a beautiful vineyard in Napa," I began, pointing to a glossy picture of a sprawling estate surrounded by lush vines. My breath caught in my throat as she slowly ran her fingers up my arm to grip the top of my suit jacket, shrugging the material off my shoulders. "They have this amazing outdoor area where we could have the ceremony."

Yasmin picked up the photo and studied it. "It's gorgeous," she said. "What else?"

I picked up another set of photos, just as she undid my tie, tossing it across the room. I could barely breathe as she got off the bed and walked in front of me. My dick jerked in my pants as she slowly lowered herself to the floor until she was on her knees before me. My fingers itched to touch her, to trail over her perfect body but I remained still.

I wasn't sure what was happening, one minute I was racing home to discuss wedding venues and the next Yasmin was undressing me. We hadn't talked about sex, I assumed she would want to wait until our wedding day to be physical but maybe I was wrong.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked as she worked on the first button, then the second, undoing my shirt and self-control.

"My future wife is on her knees before me," I murmured. "How do you expect me to focus?"

I took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent as she grinned at me. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, Mr. Billionaire. Now tell me about that venue."

I showed her a few more options, including a historic mansion in Savannah and a chic rooftop venue in New York City. Yasmin listened intently, asking questions about each of them. At the same time, she finished unbuttoning my shirt and went on to remove my shoes and socks. I could only gape at her as she snatched my Rolex off my wrist and sauntered to the bedside table. As she walked, she gave me a clear view of her round juicy cheeks, the thong she wore left very little to the imagination.

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