Chapter 559 Having Quite the Time
As Cecily slipped into the wedding dress in the fitting room, she adjusted the hem, feeling the soft fabric brush against her skin. Behind her, a store attendant was busy tying the laces at her back.
Suddenly, she felt a firm grip around her waist, as if a powerful arm had wrapped around her.
Startled, Cecily looked up and found herself staring into Darian's deep, captivating eyes.
"Darian! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and panic.
Darian shot a glance at the attendant, silently signaling her to leave. The attendant, though taken aback, quickly understood and stepped out, pulling the curtain closed behind her.
Cecily pressed her hands against Darian's chest, her heart racing. "What's going on? Aunt Karen is still outside! How did you even get in here?"
Darian grasped her hands, holding them firmly against his chest. "She stepped out to take a call. I just wanted to see you."
His gaze roamed over her, admiring her beauty. Cecily had chosen a strapless gown that hugged her slender figure perfectly, the silk fabric draping elegantly over her. The waist was cinched, adorned with sparkling diamonds and pearls, while the pure white skirt flared out, twinkling like a starry night sky. Her hair was swept up, revealing her delicate collarbone.
Darian swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away. "You look stunning," he murmured, his voice low and sincere.
At that moment, Cecily was too anxious to discuss compliments. The thought of Karen discovering Darian in the fitting room sent her heart into a frenzy. All their efforts to keep things discreet would be for nothing.
"Darian, you need to leave," she insisted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Did you hear me? Get out, Darian!"
"I can't hear you," he replied, his gaze locked onto hers as he leaned closer.
"What?"
Cecily's grip on the sides of her dress tightened, her long lashes fluttering as she felt the tension in the air. The scent that was uniquely his enveloped her as Darian pulled her closer, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. He deepened the kiss, catching her completely off guard.
Cecily's mind went blank, her eyes wide open as she was staring at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe he was acting this way.
She wanted to protest, but Darian's hold on her tightened, leaving her little room to escape. Her hands trembled as she clutched his shirt, caught between wanting to push him away and giving in to the moment.
"Cecily, are you ready?" Karen's voice suddenly broke through the haze.
The sound of Karen's voice snapped Cecily back to reality. She pushed Darian away, gasping for breath. "Not yet! I'm still trying it on!"
"Cecily, I just got a call—Percy was in an accident. I need to go check on him. Are you okay here by yourself?"
Cecily felt a wave of relief wash over her. If Karen left, she wouldn't have to face the awkwardness of being caught with Darian. "I'll be fine! I can manage on my own."
"Alright then, I'll be back soon. Just call the driver when you're ready; he'll come pick you up."
"Got it," Cecily replied, hearing Karen's footsteps fade away.
As soon as the coast was clear, Darian pulled her back toward the full-length mirror, pressing her against it as he kissed her neck.
"Are you planning to wear this to the wedding?" he teased, his lips brushing against her skin.
Cecily raised her hands to cover his mouth, her heart racing. "Darian, you're unbelievable! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Are you really planning to wear that to the wedding?"
Cecily's heart raced as she shot back, "What if Aunt Karen sees me out here?"
Darian's gaze was intense, his eyes dark and unwavering. "Seriously, are you going to wear that dress?"
Cecily glared at him. "Are you a parrot? You just keep repeating yourself!"
"Just answer me—are you going to wear that dress?"
"Yes, I am! What's it to you?" she snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface.
"No way," he replied, leaning in and playfully biting her lip. "Cecily, you look too good in that dress to let anyone else see you. It's just for me."
His voice was low and possessive, a clear indication of his intentions. His gaze dropped to her delicate collarbone, and with a slight grimace, he tugged at the ribbons holding her dress together.
Cecily shot him an incredulous look, swatting his hand away. "Darian, if you keep this up, I'm really going to get mad! Do you have any idea how you're making me feel? You can't just do this!"
"Do what?" he asked, his voice dripping with intrigue.
Cecily bit her lip, caught between anger and something else entirely.
"Why so quiet? You were just rumbling a moment ago."
Darian's mood was indeed off; the thought of her wearing a wedding dress for someone else ignited a fire within him that he couldn't suppress. Even if this wedding were just a farce, he wouldn't let it happen. Cecily was his—completely and utterly his.
Looking up at him, Cecily could see the storm brewing in his eyes. "What are you planning to do?"
In one swift motion, he yanked the ribbons at her back, loosening the dress to the point where it hung dangerously low.
Cecily's breath caught in her throat as he swept her up in his arms without a moment's hesitation.
"Darian, wait!" she protested, but he silenced her with another kiss.
He held her tightly, his lips trailing along her long neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"Darian," she gasped, feeling a rush of adrenaline and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability.
Her heart raced, and her mind went blank. But a flicker of reason remained. "Darian, please, don't! Someone could come in here!"
"Nobody's coming," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
"Even so, you need to let me go."
"Shh, just relax. No one will know," he whispered, his voice smooth and enticing.
Cecily felt her legs weaken under the weight of his presence, and she clung to his strong frame, her fingers gripping his shirt as he leaned in closer.
She couldn't believe she was letting this happen, losing herself in the moment with Darian in a fitting room.
The music outside was soft and romantic, contrasting sharply with the heated whispers inside. Cecily bit down on her lip, trying to stifle her sounds, but tears of frustration pooled in her eyes.
"Darian, I need to stay away from you. You're too dangerous," she managed to say.
His kisses were relentless, trailing over her skin, and he chuckled softly before capturing her lips again. "You wouldn't dare."
"Watch me," she shot back, her defiance rising as he pressed against her, making her bite her lip harder.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Nathaniel's voice rang out. "Where's Darian?" He was standing on the first floor, glancing at Larkin, who was keeping watch by the stairs.
Larkin smirked, completely unfazed. "Boss is in the fitting room."
"I'm going to check on him," Nathaniel said, starting to head up the stairs.
Larkin stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Mr. Kensington, Boss doesn't like to be disturbed. Maybe you should hang tight down here."
Nathaniel studied Larkin's serious expression and suddenly understood. A smirk crept onto his face. "Looks like he's having quite the time, huh?"
Larkin's lips twitched slightly. "What did you say? I didn't catch that. Boss is just trying on clothes."
"Oh, I see," Nathaniel said with a meaningful nod. "Let him take his time."
Whether Nathaniel raised his voice intentionally or if Cecily was just overly anxious and focusing on the outside, Cecily heard Nathaniel's comment, and her face flushed even redder.
Time seemed to drag on. At last, Cecily, on the verge of tears, lifted her hand to cover Darian's mouth. "Darian, that's enough, really."
"Enough?" Darian's voice was deep and sensual, edged with a hint of amusement. He watched Cecily's emotional and fearful expression with interest. He was tempted to push further, but he didn't want to push her too hard, or she might really get upset.
"Enough," Cecily murmured, resting against Darian's chest and panting lightly. Darian smiled and draped a coat over her shoulders, a gesture of comfort and reassurance.
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