Getting married to the beast

my size. I go to Tyson's room after about two hours of attempting to put anything together. I see the twins jumping on his bed rather than their own. I give them a look

or do you not care?" Tyson is standing on one leg, my right elbow supported by my left arm and my right hand gripping my chin. "I most strongly want comfort." He p

rs are long and short, you can wear those black heels with a big heel and a thick front at your feet that's about

tch off the lamplight. I say a brief prayer before falling asleep. I wake up to the sound of my alarm at 10:00 a.m. Just enough time to get ready for my appoi

bed and settle down to wait for her to eat. It was the longest 10 minutes of my life. I burp her before placing her on the bed to play with her fe

er, and begin to apply makeup. I don't wear makeup very often since I'm not a huge fan of it. I like the sensation of my face

my wet hair. I take out the blow dryer that I paid too much money for. It's an excellent hair dryer, particularly for curly hair. I dry it halfway, then put it in a mid-high ponytail and decide to let the remainder of my hair dry naturally. I put on my exe

then put the suitcases in the back seat and start the car. My first stop is McDonald's for a quick breakfast. I make use of the drive-thru and talk into the box. "Hello, I'd like a

make my way to the Wilton Co Inc building. I turn left at the light and notice a massive, towering structure. I park in the visitor's lot and switch off the engine. I take a big breath and glance

rs and suddenly feel nauseated. My heart is racing so quickly that I can hear it in my ears. My underarms begin to perspire. I should ha

er ahead and turn around to find a lady looking at me with disdain. She mumbles something and keeps walking. I ignore her and walk up to the reception counter, clearing my throa

been difficult to explain and embarrassing if I wasn't. "Yes, it is me; I have identification if you need it." She answered with a grin, "No need; please walk to the elevator on the left

d me luck. I can't blame her for what I read and saw about him last night; he's a horrible guy. I follow the lady's instructions, and the elev

o see the seats she mentioned. I take a seat and rock the infant seat with my foot. I was so engrossed in seeing her w

I see the uncertainty on his face, but it immediately fades. He then walks me through a row of cubicles on my left befo

seats in front of it. I see a tiny table in front of the chairs and a rug underneath the furniture. I move past a huge shelf and approach the seats. As I pass the shelf, I see people, and I'm taken back by their presence. They giv

one I came in through. The entrance I came in via is in a corner, separated from the shelf by a wall.

lear my throat, "I have studied the regulations and see that I have chosen to be intimately accurate." He sits down and opens a paper. After a

u must pay me right now, or there will be no transaction. I promise to sign the documents and do whatever is asked of me. I need the money, and if you don't give it to me, I'll find

r money, dude tick tock. I know she'll honor her word." I glance at Chris, then back to Blayze, and say, "See?" pointing to Chris. Blayze growls and declares, "That's OK, Miss Morman. I'll pay you half the money

as if it had its consciousness. I drop the pen with trepidation and take a step back toward the infant. He mutt

ays, his expression lifeless and nasty. "Continue, Mr. Wilton," I sigh. He clears his throat and resumes speaking, "You're moving in with me and will be here for a year. Choose a date for the wedding in July now." When I glance at him, he gestures to a calendar. I roll my eyes at his impoliteness but keep my mouth shut and glance at the calendar. "The 22nd of July is excellent." He nods and st

bbling." Her lips become an o, and she glares at Blayze