What the fuck?
“You’ve never—are you a—” I stammer in shock.
She nods, smiling the naughtiest and cutest smile.
“I am. I wanted my wedding night to be really special.”
My cock is getting harder by the second. A virgin.
This is not good.
I place both hands on her shoulders and firmly push her away.
Not a fucking chance am I doing that.
If I sleep with her, now she will read too much into it. It’s not worth it.
Sure, she’s hot. She’s fucking hot. But I will not take her virginity on our wedding night and have her thinking its love.
“This isn’t happening. You need to leave.” I say as I push her away from me.
“Leave? I—”
“Yes, go to your own room.” I snap.
“I’m not sleeping in your room? But - we’re married?” her eyes are wide with confusion. The corners of her mouth turned down. She stands looking awkwardly out of place, lifting her arm to cover her chest in a self-conscious gesture.
“Yes, Leora. This wedding was for show. Now go to your own room. I don’t know why you even came in here in the first place.”
I can feel the harshness of my words as they spill from my mouth, but I know I have to make this clear - right from the start. I wasn’t going to do it tonight, but apparently, I have no choice.
She expects far too much from me.
If it was just sex - nothing else - I’d be there in a heartbeat. But she wants more than that. And I will not give it to her.
Leora stares at me for a moment, then nods, turns away and hurries out of the room, to her own room across the hall.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
Climbing into my bed I pull the covers up over my shoulders and close my eyes.
I can hear her now. The soft, muffled sounds of her crying.
Fuck.
I think I was too harsh.
She was excited - I mean - it’s her wedding night.
I roll over and try to ignore her tears, but the sounds continue to drift through my open door.
I could get up and close it, but she would hear that, and it might hurt her even more.
I am an asshole.
I know I am.
It’s better that she learns that now rather than later.