Chapter 50. The pic
He leaned his face closer to hers. "Would you like me to show you how much I love you without giving a fuck about your weight?"
Iris's face heated at his words. "There are people outside," she stuttered, stepping back. He took a step forward. His breath fanned over her face.
Iris's cheeks flushed at his proximity and suggestive words. "Uh, Jasper, maybe we shouldn't do this here," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped back, but he followed her, closing the distance between them once more.
Jasper's eyes glinted with amusement as he watched her blush deepen. His finger traced a gentle line along her cheekbone, relishing the warmth of her skin under his touch.
The sounds of the outside world seemed to fade away as he leaned closer to her, his breath mingling with hers. "Why not?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Just don't make any noise."
It was a trap.
Iris's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to compose herself. She was torn between the thrill of his attention and the fear of being caught in such an intimate moment. "Jasper, please," she pleaded, placing a trembling hand on his chest.
Iris's eyes widened at the suggestion, the intensity of his desire evident in his eyes. She knew that giving in to his advances would be a mistake, but the temptation was almost too much to bear. "I don't think that's a g-good idea," she stuttered.
Jasper chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. He loved the effect he had on her. The way her body responded to him. "Why not?" he teased, leaning in closer. His voice- a breathy whisper tangled with seduction. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little pleasure."
"Then darling, why can I see the desire in your eyes? Oh darling, if I touched you right now. How wet would I find you?" Jasper whispered, his voice laced with amusement. Iris shook her head.
"Are you trying to tell me that you're not turned on right now?"
Iris pressed her thighs to shut as she tried to deny the truth. "No, I'm not," she lied.
Jasper's smile widened as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Lying would only get you punished," he teased, his tone playful. "I know you better than you think, my love."
Iris bit her lip, feeling her body respond to his words. She knew he was right, that nothing felt as good as being with him. But the risk of being caught was too great. "Please, Jasper," she said, her voice shaking. "Not here, not now."
Jasper's eyes softened as he saw the fear in her expression. He knew he needed to be patient, to wait for the right moment. "Okay," he said, stepping back and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand. We can wait."
Iris's head snapped up to Jasper, her eyes wide with surprise. "You agreed?" she asked, feeling a warmth spread through her chest like honey. Unable to contain her joy, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jasper's cheek.
It was a feathery touch that made him beg for more.
Jasper's eyes widened at the unexpected display of affection, his hand foolishly touching the spot where she had kissed him. His heart felt fuzzy, overwhelmed by his feelings for her- the things he would do for her.
"Yes, I did," he said softly, his gaze locked with hers. "Anything to make you happy, my love."
"No, listen, my dear wife," he said, pulling her into a warm embrace. "No matter what, I love you just the way you are. Your weight doesn't fucking matter to me, and it certainly doesn't matter to Elias," he spoke each word firmly, emphasizing his point.
"I have stretch marks," she mumbled, and she was getting new stretch marks. Most of her weight gain was on her thighs. It made her heart sink.
They might find it disgusting.
"Stretch marks? They're like the lines of a map, a beautiful representation of the journeys our bodies take. They don't bother me, my love- they only make me want to explore every inch of your skin, tracing their paths like I'm on an adventure," he said with a tender smile as he kissed her neck. His tongue teasingly rolled on the area as she yelped.
"Now take this red dress and get ready for me, darling," he pinched her cheeks and pulled on it. Iris groaned and slapped his hands.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, looking down.
"Rolling eyes at me, you are getting punished," he chuckled. Iris looked at him, blinking her eyes innocently at him, as she rolled her eyes again, mischief glinting in them.
"You are definitely going to get punished," he laughed at his naughty girl. She was turning into a brat.
Punished, Iris looked at him. Well, that was her intention, she smiled at him.
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The team of stylists entered the room again as Iris told them that she would wear the red dress.
The red dress was a stunning piece that was fit for a gala event. It had an elegant off-the-shoulder design that showcased her toned arms and collarbone. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places and then flowed into a sweeping train. It added a touch of drama to her look.
Her hair was styled in loose, tousled waves. They cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk. The hairdresser expertly teased and curled each strand, creating a glamorous yet effortless look that perfectly complemented the elegance of the dress.
For her makeup, the artist opted for a natural look that highlighted Iris's natural beauty. A touch of the rosy blush gave her cheeks a soft glow, while a sweep of nude eyeshadow and a light coat of mascara drew attention to her bright blue eyes. A sheer gloss on her lips completed the look, giving her a fresh and youthful appearance.
Iris looked at herself in the mirror- she couldn't help but feel confident and beautiful. The red dress, her hair, and her makeup were all suited for the occasion, but more importantly, they made her feel like herself.
Jasper stayed there the entire time. Though she needed no embellishment to radiate her natural beauty, the expert touch of the artists enhanced her already breathtaking features.
Beauty, as they say, is in the eye of the beholder. But she was his beholder. She owned him- body and soul.
Jasper stood beside his wife as the hairdresser worked on her hair. His eyes watched every movement the hairdresser made, and his jaw clenched when the hairdresser leaned too close to Iris. He took a step forward, and the hairdresser flinched at the intensity of his gaze.
"Don't mind him," Iris said with a smile, sensing the tension. She turned to Jasper and gave him a pointed glare, but his face softened as he looked at her. He flashed her a devastating smile, his dimple popping and making her heart flutter.
Iris sighed, knowing she couldn't resist him when he smiled like that.
"Just continue your work. I am sorry on Jasper's behalf," Iris said as they continued their work.
"You go get ready," she almost shooed him. He looked at her sullenly, like a puppy kicked by his master. "Go," she sternly said as he grumbled. "Okayyy."
Then he moved closer to her.
"The lipstick," she screeched as he stole a kiss. "Apply it again," he grinned, walking out.
Iris's face reddened while she looked around, seeing the grin on the faces of the people. This man, she grumbled under her breath.
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Jasper looked stunning in his tailored black suit. The fabric hugged his broad shoulders and chest emphasizing his lean yet muscular physique. His hair got styled to quintessence, with a single strand falling teasingly over his forehead, adding to his already devastatingly handsome appearance.
His eyes sparkled with mischief, and his sharp jawline could cut through steel. He exuded confidence and charm, making Iris feel weak in the knees.
She couldn't help but feel drawn to her husband, who looked hot as hell.
"Am seeing drool, baby," he smirked.
He looked ugly.
"But my-my look at you. You make me wish to cancel the event," Jasper wiggled his eyebrow. "Should we do something more interesting," he pulled his wife closer.
"Something that requires your dress to get ripped off and your lipstick smudged." He lifted her chin.
"Let's go," she ignored his suggestive tone.
He loved seeing her blush- he couldn't help but notice the glow the red dress brought to her beauty. "You look stunning," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.
Iris bit her lip, feeling a wave of desire wash over her. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes locked with his, silently communicating the passion that burned between them.
Iris took a step closer to Jasper, her eyes dancing mischievously. She trailed a finger down his chest, causing him to shiver.
"Let me help you with that," she purred. Jasper's heart rate quickened as she reached up to adjust his tie, her fingers brushing against his neck.
He leaned in, hoping for a kiss, but she stepped back with a wicked grin. "Better," she said, admiring her handiwork with a twinkle in her eye. Jasper let out a groan of frustration,
"You tease," he slapped her ass. Gosh, he loved her so much.
"Three," he grumbled.
"What?"
"Three. The number of punishments you are getting tonight."
Iris blinked as he led her to the car. As they climbed into the back seat, Iris saw the SUV filled with additional guards trailing closely behind them. It was a reminder of the high stakes and the constant need for protection in their world. But in Jasper's presence, she felt safe and secure.
Edward, their trusted bodyguard greeted them with a nod before starting the engine and pulling out onto the road. The city lights flashed by as they made their way to the event location, and Iris couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of it all.
The car glided through the busy streets, Jasper's hand found hers, and she squeezed it tight.
"Elias will be meeting us at the Gala entrance," he said, replying to a text. "That fucker is asking for your pic."
"Let's keep him waiting," he chuckled. He loved annoying his brother.
Elias: The pic
Jasper: Nope bitch
Elias: The fucking pic
Jasper: *clicks a photo of himself* I look gorgeous.
Elias: U look as gorgeous as a tapeworm
Jasper: My baby says I look hot
Elias: Fuck off
Jasper laughed as he showed the messages to Iris. "Don't be mean," she giggled. "My goodness, do you know yesterday he almost yelled at me at work? Payback is a bitch." He pouted.
Elias: show me, my darling.
Jasper: *sends another pic of him* Here you go baby... muah 💋
Elias: *blocks him*
The sound of Jasper's laughter filled the luxurious car, bouncing off the leather seats and the tinted windows. "He is cute," Iris giggled. "That for sure he is," his laughter echoed through the car with her giggles creating a symphony.
To be continued...
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