His innocent vixen

Judas kiss

Edited

It's been two weeks since Deans wedding, it wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be. It made me realise that maybe I wasn't really in love, I wasn't hurt when I heard him say I do. I knew that deep inside somewhere. I was just happy that he was happy. Well he seemed happy. But we all seem to express to other things we aren't really feeling. Everyone I know puts on a show. Including me. It was the way of the upper class.

I was extremely tired. The last few days leading up to our wedding was nothing less than hectic. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and hide in the darkest of places, all this waiting around made my heart crack a little more by the hour. The realisation had hit me this morning, that this wasn't just a silly little game. I was going to tie the knot with Kilian. Maybe when I was younger and naive, I wanted nothing more, than to one day be Mrs Dumont Perrin, but right now I didn't want to be Mrs Dumont Perrin. I didn't want to be bound to a man that didn't love me. A man that wouldn't put his all into them.

I wanted a life like my grandmother Jo-Anne's. I wanted that fairy-tale wedding. The love of my life waiting down the aisle looking down at me, a grin on his face, not being able to wait to spend the rest of his life with me. I watched as a lone tear slipped from my eye, I couldn't help but let out a sob, my lower lip quivering. This wasn't what my grandmother had wanted for me. I closed my eyes as the rest of the tears slipped down my rosy cheeks. My shaking hand covering my mouth as I let the desperate, muffled sobs be silenced.

I looked at myself in the mirror and blew out a huff. Everyone around me was running around frantically, behind the bathroom door. trying to find my missing vale. To be completely honest that was a sign from God, if I ever witnessed one. That was the least of my stresses but the most of everyone else's. I wasn't that bothered by it being gone, I just wanted to see my grandmother one last time. One last hug of support and strength. Final words of encouragement. I looked down at the golden, circular locket around my neck. Opening it my hands steady. My beautiful grandmother, or Glama (Fashionable and trendy grandmother.) like she liked to say. I couldn't help but let out a sad smile as I admired the well-kept, circular picture.

My grandmother had her signature smile gracing her lips as she sat in a poised position. Everything neat and tidy, her clothes simply divine. But behind her eyes you could see mischief. The same mischief I had behind my Golden orbs.
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Kilian couldn't contain his lack of patience, the music starting and every step she took, getting closer and closer to him, was like another step toward their future together. His eyes never strayed from hers, it almost felt as if they were the only two there, Emilia walking toward her future. One heel at a time. Her pretty, white, white satin heel peeking from under her dress as Kilian simply waiting for her to finally get there. Everyone's eyes glued to Emilia's breath-taking dress. It was white, off the shoulders with flowers adorning her bust, and cascading down, her torso and delicately touching the begging of the skirt. She held on tightly to bouquet of white lilies before handing them over to her maid of honour. Her brother.

Kilian stood in his black, three-piece tux; his hair parted on the side. He looked delicious, his polished shoes and devilish smile spotted from a mile away. He nodded as she was handed off to him from her father, giving him a solid gentleman's handshake before taking Emilia's hands in his. The officiant began his speech, talking about love and marriage and rings and circles being eternity. It was all complete nonsense. The only thing that mattered at that moment was that he'd get this over and done with. He was lost in her eyes, her smile... until he was nudge by his best man from behind. "Do you, Kilian, take Emilia, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The officiant repeats. "I do" He said with a smirk. The priest repeated the same question to Emilia as she hesitated with her, I do. They slipped the rings on each other's fingers. Emilia's diamond one glistening in the light, Kilian's golden ring chastising him from other women. That was it. They were sentenced to an eternal life together.
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Angel, my helping hand helped me put on my reception gown, a beautiful, long satin, white dress with a square top , that hugged my breasts perfectly and an equally sexy slit going up to my thigh. Angel followed me out of the room and back into the reception area where everyone was eating, drinking, and just plain celebrating. Kilian was at the reception door awaiting her. He didn't look very pleased at her slightly risky outfit switch up. But fuck him. It was my wedding day. If I was going to be in an unhappy marriage the least, I could do was enjoy my wedding day. Every person we walked by congratulated them, Kilian grabbed my hand as to not make our relationship look suspicious. Soon enough we were re-introduced by the Jazz band and we sat down at our bride and groom table, to listen to some speeches by the best man and maid of honour. We had a gorgeous lilac tablecloth adorning our table. in front of us, proudly stood two champagne glasses. I knew we needed every drop of alcohol we could get our hands on, to get through this.

Our fingers intertwined as the speeches began. I didn't mind holding onto Kilian's hand, I secretly enjoyed it. Even if I knew it was just for show. My father didn't pass up the chance to go up on stage and joke about how he'd beat him up if he didn't treat his baby girl right. I giggled. I let go of Kilian's hand and tucked a loose strand, from my up do behind my ear. The purposefully loose, curled strands getting on my nerves.

The speeches were heartfelt and full of jokes. I knew that Kilian would take good care of me, despite his playboy ways. Kilian's best man made his speech in a heartbeat, joking about how he thought Kilian would never get married, which if it was up to Kilian, I was sure he never would.

The music blasted from the speakers, surrounding the room with music. As I made my way to the centre of the wedding hall. The songs playing could be heard from every corner and crevice seen. I watched as Kilian downed his drink before standing up, seeing me in a nervous state as I sat on the golden chair, lips slightly red from the anxious biting. I watched attentively as he moved closer, circling the chair like a wolf ready to attack. He knew what he was doing to me, I could see the evil glint in his eyes. Damn bastard. the sound of music and cheering filled the room.
As soon as Kilian started circling me, I knew I was in trouble. I could feel my nipples harden as he got down on his knees

Kilian's POV

I quickly disappeared under the guise of Emilia's skirt; the view clearly different than the outside. It was hot, but sexy, her legs partly spread. I planted little kisses up and down her legs, skipping the garter on purpose. My hand glided up her inner thigh, giving her thong a gentle rub and teasing her, knowing for fully well she couldn't do anything. before I finally pulled the garter off her leg with his teeth alone. She smelled sensational.

(Back to Emilia's point of view.)

My breathing paused as he got under my skirt, teasing me on purpose. The sick bastard putting on a show for everyone that by the look on my father's face, he didn't approve of. How could Kilian embarrass me like that. I was getting aroused. My breathing resumed but deepened. They were no longer shallow, but deep like the ocean. I couldn't help but bite my lip as he appeared from under my dress. Garter in mouth. I blushed furiously and took the garter from him, leaning down and giving him a kiss, it was all for show, people had to think it was real. They had to be so believable that they could almost fool themselves. I was glad I kissed him when I did, because otherwise I wouldn't be able to witness the pure hatred on her face. She was here. The girl that took him from me many years ago. The girl that Kilian's mother adored. The girl he swapped me for years ago.

It was as if I gave him the Judas kiss. Marked him. Every girl knew who he was, and they were after him.