The Perfect Sin

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𝗥 𝗘 𝗡 𝗭 𝗢

I've been to a handful of weddings in my time, but this one was something special. Whether it's because of the atmosphere and the people surrounding me, or because I was with Lula, I'm not entirely sure.

Maybe it was both.

It was just different. Like for the first time in my life, I was with a group of ordinary people, with ordinary jobs and ordinary lives. Something I've never experienced before.

Lula looked breathtakingly beautiful. There isn't a word good enough in the English dictionary that I could use to describe her. Beautiful doesn't even cut it. She's so much more than that.

Watching her today, surrounded by her family and loved ones, I felt a shred of guilt for keeping her away from them for so long. For everything I did to her at the start. For ever hurting her.

She's so full of love and is so fucking warm and caring. I have no idea why she thinks I'm good enough for her, but I thank my lucky stars everyday that she does.

We stayed at the wedding until about one a.m, when we eventually decided to call it a night. Elio and Gianni left and swapped with Matteo and Davide half way through the day, so they waited around to drive us home.

The car eventually pulls up at the house just shy of three o'clock, and I give Lula a gentle nudge, alerting her that we're home. She only fell asleep about twenty minutes ago but she's in an awkward position where I can't get her out of the car without disturbing her.

"Hey, baby." I gently nudge her again. "We're home."

She stirs, her face scrunching slightly as she begins to wake up. Her eyes slowly open and I lean down, kissing the tip of her nose while I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

I give her time to adjust to her surroundings and she sits up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Not long, twenty minutes or so." I tell her.

She purses her lips and unfastens her seatbelt, opening her door. I get out of the car and head around to her side, helping her out.

Matteo and Davide walk behind us as I wrap my arm around Lula, leading her into the house. She rests her head against me as her arm curls around my waist.

We enter the house and head for the stairs. I say a quick goodnight to Matteo and Davide before ushering Lula up to bed. Lula specifically made sure not to drink too much at the wedding purely because of how she felt the morning after she went to my club. So she's managing the stairs just fine tonight, thankfully.

She opens the door to my room and enters first, taking her shoes off mid-walk and placing them by they end of the bed. She stops and looks back at me, gesturing for me to help her out of her dress, which I do without hesitation.

I watch as she allows it to fall down her body, my eyes glued to her skin like magnets. A thin black thong clings to her ass as she steps out of the dress, picking it up from the floor. She isn't wearing a bra because of the style of dress so I have quite a nice view right now.

"I'm going to wash my makeup off and then I'll come to bed." She says as she places the dress back onto the hanger. She walks over to her pillow and takes out the pyjamas she keeps under there, taking them with her to the bathroom.