You May Call Me Alpha

Kiss Me - Chapter 18

Copyright © 2014 Joey Danielle

I decided to add a song title to this chapter that I am hoping you all would listen to whilst reading this. The song is called Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. It literally is exactly what this whole story is about, but in a lyric form, of course :) Picture of Gabrielle's hair, the hot helpers, and a tad bit of Molina's work

Gabrielle

Today was the day, the day that I become Gabrielle Marie Lucinia. I'm marrying my life long bestfriend, I really am. Does he really want to be with me and deal with my bullshit forever? Am I even good enough to be married to him?

These were the inner thoughts that were currently plaguing me while I was in the shower. Haddon and I were to be married in a few hours and I was freaking the hell out right now. Now it was almost one in the afternoon and were getting married at six in the evening.

I love you baby. If anything, I'm not good enough for you. Hurry up so I can see that ass in your dress.

I smiled at Haddon's mind link and shut it off. He shouldn't be listening to my thoughts, but my smile grew wider because I could picture his lopsided smirk while he was talking about my booty perfectly. I washed for the fifth time and then proceeded to get dressed.

Every time I would touch an article of clothing, I would shake uncontrollably. I was absolutely terrified, not to mention already clumsy. By the time I actually accomplished pulling on my laced white bra and panty set, it was going on three o'clock and Mo was supposed to come and get me soon.

"Chop chop mamacita! Everyone is waiting on you to put your dress on and get your hair done! Mo busted into the room and I covered my goodies because the under clothes shouldn't even be considered clothes , they were practically see through and sheer.

"Damn Mo! Could you knock? Since when have you been Hispanic?" I asked loudly.

"I've seen all of that before baby girl, it's nothing new. And for your information, I am white, black, and Spanish." she waved me off, pulling on my arm to leave the room. I snatched my robe off of the door as she dragged me out of the room quickly. I tied it on and straightened it up as I was pulled in front of five waiting guys, sexy guys without shirts, staring at me. I backed up quickly around the corner, with Mo in tow. She was laughing loudly at me.

"What the hell Mo?! Why did you get those kind of guys to do my hair and shit?" I whispered-yelled. We were a few feet away from them, so we had to be semi quiet.

"Chill! I thought it would be funny, seeing as you didn't have a chance to have a bachelorette party. Besides, they're pretty hot, aren't they?" she smirked, stifiling a giggle.

"Pretty hot?!" I shouted, and immediately covered my mouth. They were beyond hot! Thoughts of a married woman... I chanted in my head.

"Come on girl, we have to get going sometime this year!" she smiled, pushing me back into the living room. I smiled nervously while, I am sure, a blush blazed my face in a fiery uproar. "Besides, they're all gay." she said pushing me into the seat in front of a vanity. The guy who was supposed to be doing my hair looked like male model material, literally. I lowered my eyes as he began to curl my hair in collosal loose curls that framed my face in a particularly appealing manner.

I closed my eyes, picturing Haddon and I at the altar, that was all I could even think of the whole time I was being prepped for our special day. I felt the guys start on my make up, which I knew they were going to beat. I didn't know how much time had passed between all of my pampering but I soon heard clapping.