We only needed a wedding officiant to do us the honors this afternoon. And as it so happened, I learned that one of the film crew for the TV show is a certified officiant. Terrence, or Terry as he likes to be called, received his certification when he began work in reality TV because of the number of spur-of-the-moment marriage decisions.
I’d told Paula my plans over breakfast this morning, before all the contestants were corralled and sent out on the slopes for their skiing lessons. She’d fluttered her hand in surprise over my announcement and kept repeating it to herself over and over again.
“Married? To Kellan Muller? Married?”
Since no one knew about our past fling, I’m sure it would seem rather odd and sudden that we would get hitched. Yes, it is strange, indeed, since we’d never dated, have only spent a week together in the past, and just reconnected after two years apart.
But even more strange is the fact that after last night, it actually feels right. In my heart, it doesn’t feel like I’m acting dishonestly or unlawfully to marry Kellan. I really do like him. A lot. We have great chemistry – the sex is amazing – we’re in the same circles, and we both want to build our new careers. And by getting married, we can do that together and support each other in those endeavors.
I finally pick out a lovely green dress that will look great with my eyes and lay it on the bed, as a thought dawns in my head. We talked a lot last night regarding the logistics of this marriage, but Kellan never mentioned his thoughts on our living arrangements. Would we live together in Denver where I have an apartment? Or would he remain in his condo in Vail?
Would he want to treat this like a real marriage and cohabitate? Am I changing my name?
My mind quiets down as I read the incoming text from Kellan.
Guten Morgen, angel. How is my beautiful and sexy soon-to-be wife?
I grin stupidly at this, even though I know it’s all for show, and he doesn’t mean it.
We worked over our plans to explain our marriage to the media, our family – or rather, mine – and the Immigration authorities when the time came for him to apply for his Visa. We both thought it a good idea that we begin texting like a normal couple would do. Although I know the word choice in this text is phony, and he’s just doing it for a paper trail, so to speak, it still makes me giddy like a schoolgirl to read them. My pulse picks up in a fast trot and I can feel my face flush.
Kellan makes me happy. He’s not your stereotypical arrogant and cocky world champion, like those I’ve worked with or are on my current client list. He’s sweet, gentle, and kind to everyone. In fact, I saw him greet a young fan yesterday outside the lodge. The kid, unsure of himself, had his head bent in timid uncertainty, but everything changed the moment Kellan responded to his greeting. I’d been walking close enough to hear their exchange, and Kellan asked the kid about himself and his skiing experience and wished him luck on the slopes. He genuinely cares about others.
And he’s really good with kids, which makes something in my belly twitch and dance unbidden.
Seeing that exchange made Kellan more desirable to me than his ripped abs and athletic body could ever do.
But they don’t hurt either.
I type back my response to Kellan.
I’m good. A little nervous. Just waiting for my grandfather to call me back.
All I’d told Kellan after I accepted his proposal was that I had to inform my granddad of my plans to get married, and that he would probably flip out. What I didn’t mention, however, was that our marriage would also benefit me professionally and financially by unlocking my destiny with the Flying Aces business.
Do you want me to talk to him? To ask him for your hand in marriage?
I choke out a laugh because this is so Kellan. Sweet and considerate.
Nah, I’m a big girl. I’ll ask. Now go get your sexy self ready to meet me in the lodge at one. Xoxo I can’t wait!
I added lots of kissing emojis after that and placed the phone back on the bed next to my dress.
One last text pinged in and I glanced down at it as I tugged off my robe to jump in the shower.
I can’t wait to fuck my wife on our wedding night.
My lady parts tingle and my breasts feel heavy with the anticipation.
Me, too, baby. Me, too.
My grandfather calls me fifteen minutes prior to my wedding ceremony.
I’m down in the lobby, working out the final details with Paula of the closing event of our weekend film schedule when my phone rings.
“I’ve got to grab this, Paula. We good?” I raise a brow, and she nods as I walk down the hallway to find a private room.
I close the door behind me. “Hello, Grandfather. How are you today?”
