My fake fiancee. (BWWM)

||Fifteen||

         Emilliana, you can do this!
You can do this!
Show those motherfuckers who you are.

Jus- just don't cry.

"Oh my God, honey, you look amazing," my mom cooed, dabbing imaginary tears from her eyes, through you could see her eyes were misty. Aunt Gianna barged in a second later and her jaw dropped, "you look spectacular, bambina."
My cheeks were hot, my eyes prickly, tears threatening to escape from them.
This day would have been my day.
This would have been me getting married to the man of my dreams.
But that back stabbing bitch couldn't have it. She had to steal my man.
Aurora cleared her throat, and glared at us all, "don't make her cry you guys. You will ruin my work."
She had perfectly done my make up, much to my annoyance, i don't like make up, well, apart from alittle mascara and lipstick. Not that I'm complaining though. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. The dress hugging me like a second skin. It's creamy white lace, with many pearls on it, a deep v cut on the chest, showing a good amount of caramel cleavage, the sleeves of the dress fitting well near the shoulder blades, and the really long cut that reaches mid thigh.
And finally the creamy brown six inch heels that Aurora made me wear.

Urgh i hate this.
I wouldn't wear heels to save my life.
  I'm usually the Nike's and old school shoes kind of girl. Heels, not so much.
  Yeah, they make my legs look fucking attractive, but i would still pick Nike's.
You know.

I reached for my glasses on the table, but Aurora dove and grabbed them before i could. She glared at me, "you can't wear glasses!"
"Sorry to dissapoint you but i can and should," i rolled my eyes and asked her to hand them over. They all refused, mom said she got me contact lenses and had me put them.

"My baby is going to die when he sees you," Aunt Gianna squeeled and my mom joined her. I rolled my eyes and had them lead the way as they insisted.
"Rapha!" Aurora ran out.
These people are crazy stupid.

Slowly, i walked down the coriddor to the living room, my heart beating fast, my legs not so used to walking in heels, i tried not to stumble. My breath hitched when i caught glimpse of Raphael. I looked him down up. His shoes, black and shiny, his pants, black and fitting, slightly gripping his thighs, his shirt, black, and well fitting, you could definitely tell he lives in the gym, the first few buttons open, giving a glimpse of his tan skin around his chest area. And the white suit jacket he had on, had his arms captive, his muscles flexing slightly in them, definitely lives in the gym. And on his sexy veiny hands, rested his phone and a million dollars watch cuffed his wrist.

He looked good enough to eat. Yummmm.
His stubble grown a few days, hiding well his defined jaw. His hair sleeked back.
Jesus, i could eat him for desert.

Thirsty much?

I ignored my subconscious and looked at his eyes, only to find them already looking at mine. His eyes wide, travelled through my body. Just by his gaze, i could feel myself getting damp.

Whore!!

Again, i ignored my subconscious. Raphael gave away nothing. Not a smile. Not a compliment. Nothing.
I mean, i know he's been with models and actors and stuff and i am nothing compared to them. I mean, i am 4'9 feet, black, and abit too fat for my height.

I blurted out softly, "is it that bad?"
Raphael stalked towards me in a second, "It's horrific. I think my cock is not functioning properly."
Jesus, what the fuck!
I chocked on saliva, my ears and neck hot from embarasment, "R-Raphy, please don't say things like that!"
He put his hands on my shoulders and ran them down, then held onto my wrists, "You don't look good, Bunny."
Well, ouch!  I tried to take my hands back from his with no success.
He held my right wrist up to his lips and kissed the inside, "you look phenomenal, bunny. I litteraly can't look away. Even if i tried."
I blushed and looked away, and to make things worse my eyes landed on the two women who witnessed this exchange and were gaping like fish, Aurora had a small smile on her face.

"You don't have to flatter me, Raphy," i said softly and took my hands from his. "Mom, we'll see you there," i said and held onto my clutch abit too tight.
"Shall we?" he said instead. I nodded and let him open the door for me and we were out to his car.

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     Raphael held my hand and helped me out of the car. Standing infront of me, he had a small sad smile on his face, "you sure you're okay, bunny?"
Taking a deep breath, i nodded my head, "let's do this."
He put his hand on my back and walked us to the church. The church i was supposed to get married in. The decorations were really Jullies style. Purple and pink petals were scattered on the floor, the seats had some rose flowers seated at the edge.

Heads turned and looked at us as we walked down the aisle. I spotted Jullies mom and her brother seated on the second row. I suggested to Raphael to let us seat on the third row. He agreed and led us there. He sat to my right.

I looked at the back of the woman i loathed. In my head i was thinking of the many ways i could pull out her well made hair in a veil. I could claw that bitchs face. They were called to the alter to make their vows and my jaw dropped. I quickly rummaged through my purse, It can't be. This bitch!
I fished out my phone and dove to the gallery... There it was. I looked back at her then at my phone. I did that for another second and the next and the next.
How could she do this to me?
She stole my fiancee, and my dress?!

There it was on my gallery. The dress i was to wear when i was getting married to the man standing on the alter.
Every single detail was the same.
The strapless design.
The ribbon design at the back with the long tail.
The silver white colour.

How could she do this to me?

I still couldn't believe it.
Raphael nudged me on my shoulder, i lifted my head from my phone and looked at him. His eyes were looking down at me with concern, he whispered, "is everything okay?"
I shaked my head no and showed him the picture of the dress. He looked up at Jullie then back at the picture. His jaw clenched. He took my phone, switched it off and slid it in his jacket pocket.

I took a deep breath and looked forward at the couple on the alter.

"I, Adam, take you Jullie, to be my wife. To love and to cherish. To have and to hold. In sickness and in health. I give you my love and my life, you are mine and i am yours till death," Adam vowed and my stomach dropped. I mean what did i expect? That he'd leave her at the alter and run to me and tell me he was sorry to have left me for that bitch.

But funny enough i wasn't crushed like i was when Adam broke up with me.
Then the priest said the usual, "whoever thinks these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Heads turned and looked at me, but i acted as if i didn't have a clue why they were looking at me. I mean, even Raphael expected me to stop the wedding?

I ignored all the stares and looked ahead at the two people i hate with my heart and soul.
"Now, i pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the priest said. Adam dipped his head and claimed his bride with a kiss.

I felt a warm hand snake its way to mine and entertwine our fingers, squeezing my hand slightly, as though to say, "I'm here for you."
I looked up at Raphael who had his gaze on the bride and groom. As if he felt my gaze on him, he looked at me and smiled. I squeezed his hand to say thank you, with a small sad smile on my face.