Their Mother Must Be Impeccable
“A private jet?” Elaine gasped in astonishment as she turned to stare at Xavier with a questioning gaze. “Didn’t you say that we’re taking a flight and you already booked us one?”
Pulling his seatbelt off, Xavier finally spoke for the first time since they got into the car. “There was a change of plans, Doll.”
“So we’re going to be traveling in that beauty? Even from afar, it looks so beautiful.”
“We are.”
Exiting, he rounded the car to Elaine’s side and swiftly opened the door for her. “You may come down. I figured you were waiting for me to do this.”
Elaine gathered her heavy dress, sighing as she got out of the car with a poker face. Twirling the loose strands of her hair, she replied.
“Well, it is my wedding day, I couldn’t expect less from my dear husband. Besides, my dress is quite heavy compared to yours, right, husband?”
“I’ll have to agree with you, considering that you look pretty fuckable in this dress.”
With her hand on his, he led her toward the mansion’s door, the servant pushing it open at the sight of them.
“I believe so. Too bad my dear husband doesn’t get to have a taste of me.”
A low chuckle escaped Xavier’s lips, his head turning to stare at her. “We’ll see about that, Doll.”
Once they got to the stairs that led to the rooftop, he stood behind her, letting her make her way up the stairs first, at least to protect his little Doll from tripping over on her wedding day.
“Look how much stress you have to pass through just because you can’t beg me for help, Doll. I would have carried you up the stairs if only your ego wasn’t so large.” He would have to admit that he’d quite been waiting for her to ask.
Elaine rolled her eyes, hands on the railing, supporting her two-times heavy self. Her dress had been worn on her by four good persons. They’d snatched and snatched and snatched until she felt the bones around her waist crack up. Right after snatching the first layer, they’d added four more layers that ran from her waist down to the floor. A perfect ball gown for a bride and so, she'd to bear the heaviness because, of course, she looked good in it.
“I’d definitely climb this on my own. Maybe you don’t know this yet but I’m an independent woman. The fact that I built a company without anyone’s help should ring a bell, no?”
She heard a twitch of his lips from behind her. “But now, you need my help, too bad.” His voice rang right above her ears, causing her to jump in surprise and her steps ceased. When the hell did he get so close?
“I…I, forget it.”
“Of course.”
At that, he brushed past her, flinging the door of the rooftop open, and with his hands folded behind him, he walked in, the servant bowing as they stepped closer.
Elaine couldn’t help the gasp that left her lips at the close sight of the private jet. It was the best that she’d seen so far, it was ethereal. Written boldly on its body was ‘MMM Romano.’ She frowned slightly. MMM? What does it stand for? Was it perhaps a title that Xavier owned that wasn’t known to her or it was regular?
Too deep in her thought, she didn’t notice when a man came forward from the jet and strode toward Xavier, hugging him after they shook hands.
“Elaine.” Her eyes snapped to him at his call, making her way to stand beside him in all smiles.
“Oh, my goodness. So this is the almighty woman that got to get this block of ice into marriage?”
The unfamiliar man looked Elaine over from her hair down to her covered legs, his smile evident in appreciation. “I must say that you’re quite ethereal.”
Elaine's smile widened. “Thank you for your compliment. I’m Elaine, Xavier’s wife.”
A chuckle rang across them. It belonged to the unfamiliar man who stood before the newly wedded couple.
“Pardon my manners, my lady. You might not have met me at the wedding.” Stretching his palm forward for a handshake, he introduced himself. “I’m Rigel Boston, head of the Romano security and your husband’s very close friend.”
She accepted his handshake, smiling politely. Soon enough, Xavier swept in. “He’ll be traveling with us. Don’t you worry, Doll, he’s not overbearing. Easy to tame.”
“Doll? That’s a pretty fuckable nickname, man,” Rigel exclaimed, as Xavier and Elaine swept past him to the waiting jet. “Cute.”
“There is a change of dress for you inside. You can get changed once you get in. Remember to be careful with the stairs.”
Just a step on the stairs of the jet, she stopped, swiveling around to meet with his eyes.
“You’re not coming in with me?”
“I’ll be with you in a minute. I have to pass out orders before we take off.”
Nodding, she climbed her way to the inside of the jet, and truly, it wasn’t disappointing at all. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. The perfect polished wood displays a craft of wealth and power.
“Welcome ma’am, please come with me.”
A shriek left her lips at the sudden voice behind her. Gosh! What was with people speaking suddenly behind her today? They could fucking give signs of their presence. Besides, she’d thought there would be no one else except the three of them.
Faking a smile, she let the woman lead the way to the private inner room where a few dresses lay on the bed.
“I’ll help you get out of your precious wedding dress,” the woman volunteered.
“I would appreciate that.”
Turning her back to her, Elaine let the woman take out the layers and freed her from the corset that’d threatened to take her life. Taking a deep relieved breath after so long, she got out of the dress.
“I’ll leave you to take a pick of the dresses,” At that, the air attendant walked out.
Elaine took the first dress, nodding at its soft blue material and its perfect size. She checked the second and then the third until her eyes fell on the fourth brown sundress which she picked and declared her favorite.
Throwing it on, she let her hair down and stared at herself in the mirror. The brown knee-length sundress fits her perfectly.
She whirled around, pushing the glass door of the room open, and guiding toward the seating where Xavier and his friend sat. Just a step away from the inner room, she stopped, eyes widening at their conversation.
“So what’s next, married man? Doting on your wife and having babies?”
“That should be the least of your concerns. And you? What are you waiting for before you get a woman?”
Rigel chuckled.
“Haven’t seen my doll yet, you know. Every woman is like another.”
Xavier sipped from his drink, crossing his legs together.
“More reasons why you should simply pick the least optionable woman, marry and breed. Then you can return to your pleasurable seeks.”
“Here I was thinking that you finally fell in love,” Rigel laughed.
“Love is the last thing I desire. If I want my children to be of good quality, then their mother must be impeccable, pretty, intelligent, and of course, humorous.”
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