
Five Times Too Many
Chapter 4
Nicole blushed. "But I haven't had the chance to pick out a wedding dress yet… Oh, and the ring…"
Before she could finish speaking, twenty sets of exquisite and lavish wedding gowns were brought into the room. Each set was a custom creation by a world-famous designer, and they had to be ordered years ahead.
All the wedding dresses had different styles and matching diamond rings, each diamond as big as a pigeon's egg.
One of the pink diamonds, I recalled, was auctioned at the price of two hundred million dollars just last month.
Clearly, Sam came prepared.
Nicole's heart was filled with joy, and she pressed a kiss on Sam's cheek.
"Wow, these all fit me perfectly! And did you think that I wouldn't notice that twenty was the number of years we've known each other? You're so thoughtful!
"Hey, don't tell me you've been plotting to marry me ever since we were kids!"
She acted coy, feigning anger, and Sam just smiled and didn't say a word, but his gaze said it all.
I looked down at my simple wedding band, the one Sam had given me when he asked me to marry him. It was a bit too small for my finger, and had always been painful to wear, but I never took it off.
Right then, I noticed how the size was the same as the ones he picked out for Nicole.
Ah, so that was the truth.
It wasn't that he was careless or that he forgot, but that he reserved all the good things in life for Nicole.
Standing there, I felt like nothing more than a court jester.
I silently retreated to the restroom, splashing my face with cold water from the faucet to make it seem like I wasn't crying.
The moment I stepped out of the restroom, I was greeted with a warm hug. Sam handed me a lovely bottle of perfume, his tone gentle, as if trying to coax a pet, "Are you jealous? Today's Mom's birthday, so I just went along with it. This is all just temporary, and those dresses are all just for show!
"Once Nicole and I go overseas, I'll tell her that we are lawfully wedded. I promise that after I finish my work this month, I'll tell her about our relationship and give you the wedding you deserve, alright? Can't you be a good girl and understand me?
"I know you like perfumes, so I went through a lot of trouble to get my hands on this one! This is the latest creation of a world-class perfumer. Can't you see how much I love you?"
I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, knowing where exactly that perfume came from.
That perfume was actually one of the wedding favors for Nicole and his wedding ceremony. He had invited over a thousand guests, and each and every one of them would receive a bottle.
This perfume was nothing more than a weak attempt at placating me.
A notification popped up on my phone, reminding me the time I scheduled for the surgery, and Sam caught sight of it. "Penny, are you having a surgery?"
I stuffed my phone back into my bag and squeezed out a weak smile. "It's nothing, just a spam message. Anyway, don't worry. I understand."
Sam pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I knew my Penny's the most sensible girl there is. I'll go welcome the guests and come home to keep you company later, alright?"
I nodded, but quietly tailed him after he left. However, it wasn't to the main hall, but upstairs instead.
One of the doors to a guest room was left slightly ajar, and inside, Nicole gently whined, wearing a sexy piece of lingerie, "What took you so long, Sam? I've been waiting for ages…"
"Oh, Penny was just feeling under the weather. How about we cancel it for now? We have lots of time to do it after we get married, after all, so…"
Nicole wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her voluptuous figure pressing tightly against him. "Aw, do you want to leave me all by myself? We haven't been together for so long… Don't you miss me?
"We're going to get married soon, so won't you let me give you a baby? You don't have to wear protection tonight, and you can do it as many times as you want… I'll be good, please?"
Sam's gaze darkened instantly, his restraint completely shattering. He pressed Nicole down onto the bed, losing himself in a frenzy of passion.