For my soon-to-be wife,
I didn’t want you to be cold, so I got you this. Don’t worry, it’s faux fur, so you can wear it guilt free. ;) I love you more than anything, and I’m thinking about you every second.
Love,
Kolya
P.S. Don’t get pissed about the jewelry in the pockets. Just remember how happy it makes me to spoil you.
I hand it to Gina who stopped by to pick it up for me.
“How’s she doing?”
Gina gives me one of her huge smiles. “She looks so beautiful, Nikolai. Jamie’s been fussing over her for the last couple of hours, and I can tell she probably wants to smack her hands away, but she’s being a real trooper.”
I laugh at the image and thank her again before she says a quick goodbye to Dima and gets back in the sporty SUV he bought for her shortly after they were engaged.
Once she’s gone, I turn to Dima. “You’re sure everything is all set up?” I ask for the millionth time in Russian.
“Yes, now fucking calm down.” Dima laughs and tugs at the collar of his shirt before unbuttoning the top couple of buttons like I’ve done. Moira and I decided that this wedding is first and foremost about us joining our lives together, and since neither one of us has any family, we just decided to do whatever the hell we wanted, which includes me wearing a black tux, but instead of a strangling bowtie that’ll have me wanting to rip off someone’s head in about thirty seconds, we decided on white dress shirts that are unbuttoned on top. It still looks sleek, and I can breathe. Win-win.
“Are you sure all the seats have been pushed together so there isn’t a bride and groom side?”
Dima rolls his eyes. “Yes, Kolya, every single order has been carried out.”
I don’t have many people in my life, but everyone from the clubs is coming, and the last thing I want is for Moira to feel bad or embarrassed if my side is full and hers is empty. Besides the whole idea is ridiculous. Guests are either here for both of us or they’re not, and if they’re not, then they can just fuck off.
“We should get going if we’re going to stop at the Fox on the way,” Dima says, giving me a big grin before smacking my shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re getting married.”
I laugh and follow him to his car. We booked a place by the water for the wedding. It’s going to be small and private, just like we wanted. I’m dying to see Moira in her dress. She’s managed to keep it hidden from me, and I can’t wait to see her. When we pull into the club, I laugh at all the cars still parked there from the night before. Dima closed the club early last night, and I picked up the tab for all the drinks while the guys who work for us took it upon themselves to throw me a bachelor party that I had no desire to attend. I spent last night exactly where I wanted—buried balls deep in my fiancée while she screamed my name.
“Looks like they had fun,” Dima says, shaking his head. He spent last night with Gina and Sergei, so we’re both clueless about how crazy it got.
We step inside to find Natalya all dressed up and throwing empty beer bottles into the black garbage bag she’s carrying. “This is fucking insane,” she growls in Russian to Dima and then shoots me a big smile. “I’m so happy for you, Kolya. I knew Moira was the one for you the second she came in and refused to take any of your shit.”
I laugh at the memory and tell her thanks while I make my way around the mess. A couple of the guys are passed out in the booths, but they jerk their heads up at Dima’s angry voice.
“Get the fuck up and get ready! The wedding is in an hour.” He turns to Natalya and softens his voice. “It’s not your job to pick up after them. Just call a maid service and have them come in while we’re gone.”
She throws the bag down with a smile and walks behind the bar to grab her phone. While Dima is busy grabbing the bottles of alcohol we came for, a woman in nothing but a G-string and sparkly pasties comes sauntering over to me. Looks like they also ordered a stripper. How fucking lovely. I bite back an angry groan when she gives me a hungry smile and reaches a hand out to me. I jerk back before she can touch me. Something about the idea of another woman putting her hands on me while I’m in my wedding tux feels so fucking wrong.
“I’m not interested,” I tell her before she can even start talking.
“How do you know if you haven’t even sampled the goods?” she purrs, giving her shoulders a small shake to make her tits bounce. There was a time when I would’ve taken her up on the offer, but now my dick can’t even manage the slightest amount of enthusiasm. I have no doubt that she could give me a lap dance right now, and I’d remain as soft as a limp noodle.
“I don’t need to sample anything to know I’m not interested.”
“You’re the groom, aren’t you?” She runs her eyes over me. “I’ll give you a special treat if you want since it’s your big day. How about we go to that booth over there and I give you a blowjob? I’ll even do it for free, because, damn, do you look good.”
“You’re starting to annoy me,” I tell her, noticing how her eyes widen in surprise. I’m guessing she doesn’t get turned down all that often. “The only woman who gets to touch me is my wife, and she’s most definitely the only woman I want wrapping her mouth around my cock.” I point to the door and say, “It’s time for you to leave.”
She looks at me like she still can’t believe I’ve turned her down before letting out an angry breath of air and grabbing her jacket. Dima laughs from the corner where he’s apparently been watching the whole damn thing.
“I wish I could’ve taped that and shown it to Moira.”
“Can you believe she thought I’d just say yes to a blowjob when I’m going to be married in an hour? What kind of fucker does that?”
“Lots,” Dima says. “I’m guessing we’re in the minority on that. She sure looked surprised.”