Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I open my eyes and stare at my reflection. The dress is far too tight. My tits are almost bulging out of the top. It looked utterly ridiculous, kind of laughable. There were a few people at the wedding I’d overheard laughing about this dress.
Bethany ordered the wrong one. Ugh!
I hated how she was able to invade my thoughts and just dominate everything. Her place wasn’t here. I refused to fall for it. My sister and I didn’t have the best relationship at all. She preferred to be the center of attention. Her hatred of me was absolute. She even hated the fact I was younger than her by a few years.
If I had friends, she’d take them, turn them against me. Hurting me seemed to be a sport to her. Ignoring her never worked. She always found some way to humiliate me.
No. No. No. No. This was how she won. By getting inside my head even when she wasn’t there. The truth was, for the past year, our paths rarely crossed, and my life had been bliss. Until the moment I was told I was marrying Andrei.
The dress was hideous.
I looked like a tank inside this dress. The horrible thing was two sizes too small. It made my breasts look enormous, and I looked stupid as if I were trying to fit into a dress that wasn’t for me.
Bethany loved to point out how fat I was. Considering how slender she was, everyone was fat to her. What Bethany hated most, I didn’t care.
I mean, seriously, I went to a school notorious for bullies. One of our nannies was a strong-minded person and Bethany couldn’t break her. The times I spent with her were the best of my life. Miss Nicole, which is what she demanded we call her, taught me to love myself. The world was far too cruel and evil, and life was too short to spend even a moment hating life or yourself.
So, I turned all of those cruelties around.
My body was my temple.
I loved my curves, my large tits, my too-rounded stomach, as well as my thick thighs. They were all part of me.
I miss her so much.
Taking a random trip down memory lane was not in the cards for tonight. I needed to get this horrible dress off and get in the shower to wipe the memory away.
Reaching around the back, I tried to find the buttons that had been squeezed closed. Turning this way and that, I couldn’t find anything. The last thing I wanted to do was go back out there to Andrei.
Lifting the endless skirts, I attempted to find myself, but nothing. There was no end to this monstrosity. By the time I gave up, my face was red. This dress was clearly indestructible.
Stepping back into the main hotel room, Andrei sat on the edge of the bed with his phone in hand. He was sexy. There was no denying it, if women were into the big, scary, heavily tattooed giant. None were on his face, but staring at the cuffs of his jacket and the neck of his shirt, one could see them peeking out. Even his knuckles were inked.
I had no idea what they said. They were just little pieces of what looked like ivy on his knuckles. I also noticed a distinctive V in-between the flesh of each knuckle. Again, I’m not sure what it meant, and it would require me to speak to my husband, which I’d decided not to do. The less I knew the better.
He looked up as I entered. Freezing on the spot, I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. He just stood there, looking all calm and collected, while I was terrified.
What would it be like to be the worst person in the room? To fill it with fear by a mere presence. I didn’t need to think of that.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I looked at Andrei. Of course he hadn’t spoken. That would require effort.
“Er, I can’t seem to…” This was so humiliating. Bethany had done this. Stop that! She doesn’t get to exist right now. I’m fine. We’re fine. Everything is fine.
It wasn’t, but the longer I kept telling myself it was, the better chance I’d eventually believe it.
“I can’t get out of the dress.” Presenting my back to Andrei, I hoped he didn’t see this as any kind of come-on or flirting. It wasn’t. “Would you unbutton me, please?” There I was, forever the good girl with all my manners.
Clenching my hands into fists, I hoped he didn’t notice them shaking. I’m not the kind of girl who is afraid of everything. Not that anyone would believe it right now.
I heard him move. The simple sound of clothes rustling was enough to set my teeth on edge.