Page 19 of Obsessive Love

I would be worried if she wasn't moving into Jericho's house after the wedding, but thankfully she is. I'll be able to keep an eye on her at all times without all the hassle. Jericho also informed me that he'd be appointing me as her secondary bodyguard, which is perfect for me because, even if she hates me, she'll have to put up with me being around her all the time.

I watch my laptop screen, seeing Sophia, her mother and her cousin surrounded by multiple other women who are primpingand priming them in preparation for the wedding in a couple of hours.

My eyes have been glued to Sophia for the past forty minutes. She looks absolutely breathtaking in her white silk bridal robe and the subtle makeup applied to her face highlights her eyes and lips and makes her even more alluring than usual.

I can see her wedding dress hung up at the back of the room, and although it's not something I would've imagined her picking, I know when she's wearing it, she's going to look stunning. It's likely that I'll struggle to keep my eyes off of her later today during the ceremony, not that I don't usually struggle to keep my eyes off of her.

Anger begins to simmer beneath my skin as I think about the fact that I'm going to have to watch her marry my brother. If it was any other man, I'd happily eliminate them from the equation, just like I did with her college boyfriend she lost her virginity to. Still, because it's my brother that she's marrying, I have to remind myself that no matter how much I hate the idea of it, I have to sit idly by and let it happen.

A tall blonde lady strides across the room and starts working on Sophia's hair, using a long metal pole to curl certain pieces before reaching for the veil I gifted Sophia. Once the woman has clipped the butterfly into Sophia's hair, she moves to the side and I watch as my girl examines the hairpiece with a bright smile spread across her face.

My eyes drift from her hair to her mouth and I watch in fascination as her tongue peeks out and runs along the length of her plump bottom lip. I smirk as thoughts of my own mouth on hers the other night enter my mind.

It's been days since our night together, yet I can't extract it from my mind.

Every time I think about Sophia, which is almost every minute of the day, my thoughts drift to that night. The lustrous look inher eye is engraved into my brain. The sound of her moans and her pleading words constantly swirl around in my head, and I'm counting the days until I can hear her again.

Maybe it was wrong of me to have sex with her days before she was due to marry my brother, especially when I didn't tell her who I was, but I had to do it. It was time that she met me. I had to make sure she knew me, even if it was only a little bit.

We have a connection, a strong one. We're meant to be, I just know it. She's mine and I'm hers, it's as simple as that and although I'll give her time to get used to that, I'll make sure that she knows it.

No doubt, she's going to be pissed when she finds out exactly who I am, but I know she'll eventually get over it. Once she spends more time with me and gets to know me, she'll realise that we're perfect for each other and I'm exactly what she needs.

If my plan goes the way I want it to, she'll be mine soon enough. If my plan doesn't work, I'll stop at nothing until I have her.

She's made for me, as am I for her.

Chapter Thirteen

Sophia

Walking down the stairs of my parent's house in a wedding dress with Jess by my side and my parents and Dominic standing at the bottom waiting for me feels surreal and overwhelming. I've only known about this wedding for the past two weeks, and you'd think that would've been enough time for me to wrap my head around it, especially because I know what's expected of women in my position usually, but I still can't seem to believe this is all happening.

My mother stares at me with tears in her eyes and her hands covering her mouth as I continue fighting my way down the stairs, trying my hardest not to trip over the bottom of my dress. My father is smiling tightly as he watches me with guilt-ridden eyes. Dominic is standing beside them glaring at me, likely still angry that Jericho will technically be taking over both families after this wedding.

"Oh, darling, you look absolutely stunning," my mother gushes, pulling me into a hug as I reach the bottom of the stairs. "This dress was the perfect choice!"

"I must agree with your mother, Sophia. You look beautiful," my father adds, pulling me from my mother's embrace and kissing me softly against my temple.

"Thank you. Where's Jaylen?" I ask, glancing around the foyer.

"He's waiting in the car outside. He's going to drive you and your father to the church and Jess and I will be going with Dominic in his car."

I nod at my mother, suddenly feeling even more nervous at the thought of not having Jess by my side for the next part of this ordeal.

Jess and I may always argue and bicker, but she's like a sister to me. We've always been extremely close and we've been there for each other through every stage of our lives. I know she's still going to be at my wedding, but the thought of not having her with me to calm me down on the drive over to the church has me feeling nauseous.

"We best get going. The ceremony should be starting soon and we need to get to the church on time," my father says, herding us all towards the door and out into the driveway.

Jess grabs my hand as we're walking down the front steps and she gives it a squeeze.

"You're going to be okay, Soph. It'll be over in the blink of an eye and then we can get drunk and drown our sorrows after the ceremony." I smile at her and pull her in for a hug, quietly thanking her for giving me a little bit of reassurance.

The sound of a car horn blaring has my eyes shifting over to the car Jaylen's seated in and he rolls down the window, shaking his head.

"Will you two stop gossiping and hurry up? I'm not going to get the blame for turning up late with the bride," he grumbles. I walk over to the car as Jaylen gets out to open the door for me whilst my father locks up the house. As I'm about to slide intothe car, Jaylen grabs my wrist, halting me. I turn to face him, our eyes locking and he gives me a sad smile.

"If you wanna ditch the wedding, just let me know and I'll get you out of there," he says.

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