Page 18 of Obsessive Love

If it was a gift from Jericho, why didn't he put his name on it? Better yet, why didn't he give it to me during our meeting earlier?

"Oh, come on! The anticipation is killing me, Soph. Open it."

I lightly pull on the ribbon, watching as the bow untangles and falls away from the velvet box. Slowly, I grasp onto the lid and wiggle it until it becomes loose and easy to lift off. Jess moves closer to my side as I pull the lid away, and when she sees the sparkling butterfly clip attached to a veil, she squeals in my ear and jumps up from the bed with her hands over her mouth.

"Holy shit," I breathe, gently lifting the veil from the box, admiring the diamonds on the butterfly attached to the top. "It even has light shades of purple on it." Jess leans over me, studying the clip just as closely, and gasps when the light hits some of the diamonds, highlighting the purple tint.

"He must've done his research on you if he's bought you that."

I shake my head, still looking at the butterfly.

"Jericho doesn't seem like the type of person to take time out of his day to find out what someone likes. I can't imagine him doing this," I tell her, finally putting the veil back in the box. "It must be from someone else in the family."

"But who? It definitely wouldn't be Alessandro. That man doesn't have a decent bone in his body," she says, exaggerating a shiver of disgust when I look at her.

I shrug and shake my head as I close the box and put it on the bed beside me.

"Maybe they have a personal shopper or a female housekeeper who chose the gift for me," I mutter.

"Well, don't ponder it for too long. You need to get ready for bed and make sure you get your beauty sleep for your big day tomorrow!" I roll my eyes at her sing-song voice and drop my head back to stare at the ceiling. "It'll be a great day, Soph. I just know it," she says as she exits my room and quietly closes the door behind her.

"Let's hope so," I whisper.

Waking up on the morning of my wedding day filled with dread, fear, and anxiety is something that I never would've imagined for myself, yet here we are. I've had a flurry of women in and out of my room, dusting make-up on my face and doing god only knows what to my hair, and the whole time, I've sat in this chair, wearing a white dressing gown, staring into nothingness.

My mother and Jess are having the time of their lives being pampered and having their usual beauty regimes done for them, and I've tried to convince them that I'm enjoying it too, but they both know me too well to believe what I'm telling them.

Although I'm trying to keep my mind blank so I don't spiral and have a breakdown hours before my wedding, I can't help my thoughts from drifting off to the other night at the club with that handsome stranger, again.

"You're taking me so fucking well, dolcezza," he rasps, snapping his hips forward and burying himself deep inside of me. "Look at you being a good girl and taking all of me."

His hands firmly hold my hips as he continues his powerful thrusts, drawing us both closer to climax. As soon as his lips connect with mine and our bodies grind together, I can't hold it off any longer. Ecstasy shoots through me. I clutch his shirt, needing something to cling to as I ride each wave of pleasure.

He growls against my mouth, thrusting inside of me once more before groaning as he finds his release.

We stay like that for a few moments, our panting breaths mingling together and then he leans back on his haunches, separating our bodies and stares down at my dripping centre. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, and I watch in fascination as his hand reaches between my legs and he uses to fingers to push it back inside of me.

"Wouldn't want any of this to go to waste, would we?"

"Oh, darling, you're drooling! You're going to ruin your make-up!"

My mother's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I shake my head slightly, trying to clear the fog from my brain. When my eyes connect with my mother's, she stares at me with a knowing look.

"I was just daydreaming," I mutter, looking away from her in an instant.

What is wrong with me?

It's my wedding day. I'm marrying Jericho fucking Rossi and here I am, drooling over a guy I don't even know.

Jesus. I've lost my mind.

Chapter Twelve

Kaleb

Iwish Miles had told me earlier how easy it would've been for him to sneak into Sophia's parent's house and install a camera in her room, then I wouldn't have had to go through the trouble of hiding in bushes and climbing trees to see her these previous years.

Although it does worry me slightly that he found it so easy to get in and out without being noticed. I know he can disable the cameras and the gates, but he also managed to sneak through the house past all their guards and have the time to install the camera.

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