11. Rachel

RACHEL

I didn't know he was crazy, but in the last two weeks I have seen a side to him that I never knew existed. He was always the cool-headed, calm friend that all the others used to seek out for advice; at least, that's what I saw when we were just friends over the years. But he's full-blown crazy. Watch this.

"I haven't heard from Doug in a while. I wonder how he's…" Before I could even finish the sentence, I saw his head do a Regan MacNeil and started running towards the bedroom, stifling my laughter all the way with him hot on my heels.

One red ass and a sore snatch later, we were sitting up in bed going over more of his plans. "The people will be here tomorrow for you to choose your dress." I know some women would complain about his take-charge attitude, but after years of carrying a relationship on my shoulders without much help from my partner, this was a welcomed change.

It's not like he just snatches shit out of the air, he actually pays attention to my needs, and it's rare that I have to ask for something. Just a hint is enough for him to get the ball rolling on whatever, and I love it.

"By the way, I've thought about it, and we should definitely move into your place." Even though our neighborhoods are literally right around the corner from each other, there is a huge difference in the layout of our houses and properties.

His place has a bigger backyard, lawn, gardens, and two pools. One indoors and the other outside with an enclosure. He also has about three more bedrooms than we do here, and quite frankly, the rooms are bigger, the ceilings are higher, and most importantly, it will piss Doug off immensely.

I haven't heard a peep out of him since that night at his house, which is rare, but I think his parents had put some fear in him, and the visit from the cops didn't help. Susy has been telling anyone who would listen that Wendy is an abusive monster who shouldn't be allowed near the kids, like she has her own personal vendetta going on.

I once asked her why she was going after her so hard in that respect, and she got so damn mad when she was explaining that if she were in my position, she'd kill them both before letting them near her kids. I had to take her to the rage room with me the next time I went.

I don't think we realize how cheating and betrayal affect everyone around us. It's kind of like a death, where even though you're not the one who died and maybe weren't even that close to the deceased, their death reminds you of your own mortality.

Anyone close to divorce and betrayal is bound to question their own relationships, and I think that's what the teen is doing. Only Susy doesn't bottle things up; she lets her feelings be known loud and clear.

Anyway, the very next day after this conversation, the doorbell rang, and Jacob got up to answer it while I was playing with the kids on the floor while he worked on the couch which seems to be his favorite place.

Enter the tiniest Asian woman I've ever seen, followed by an entourage of three. I didn't know what was going on until I saw the designer clothing bags in their hands. Jacob took over with the kids while I was rushed into the master bedroom to try on wedding dresses.

I found the perfect ecru lace covered dress that was perfect for a beach wedding. It was heavier than it looked because it was covered in ecru-colored mother of pearl and what looked like crystals. "Are these Swarovski crystals?"

"Those are diamonds."

"Di…" I almost tore that thing off immediately. This thing must've cost a mint. No one has ever bought me anything that expensive. "How much is this thing?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"Mr. Halston has forbidden us to discuss such things. As I can see, this is your favorite, and I should also warn you that he has instructed us to make sure you get the one you showed the most interest in, no matter if you balk."

It sounds like he knew this was going to be my first choice. I tried to pretend an interest in a couple of others but she saw right through me and went about making alterations to my favorite dress.

I made a note of the designer and hid out in the bathroom to look up the cost and almost passed out. As it was, I fell into the wall and had to answer whether or not I was okay from the other side. He's out of control. Who's paying thirty grand for a dress I'd only wear once?

I asked him that very thing once the kids were down for their afternoon nap, and the people were gone from my house. "You can pass it on to one of our daughters."

"You mean one of yours and mine as yet-to-be-born kids, or is Sarah involved in that as well?"

"She's our first daughter; why wouldn't she be?"

The way he looked at me as if it should've been a given almost brought tears to my eyes. He's so possessive I sometimes fear that once we have kids of our own, which I'm pretty sure is his latest mission in life, that he'd neglect my kids with Doug.

"Let's get this straight. I hate your ex, but those kids are as much a part of you as they are him; there's no way I can mistreat something that's a part of you. If I could, I'd adopt them, but I know he's not going to give me that choice, but that will not stop me from loving and protecting them."

"My hope is that by the time my kids are old enough to choose for themselves, they'd choose me and not the asshole who tried to destroy their mother. Does that put your mind at ease?" Boy howdy.

I didn't hear anything else about my wedding after that day until I was being dragged onto a private plane with the kids. We landed in Maui hours later, and that's when I learned that my wedding was the next day.

My ex-in-laws, his parents, and mine were our guests, along with the friends we'd shared with Doug. It was amazing, and I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. My engagement ring had a center diamond the size of Mars and I was willing to bet it was either two or three times bigger than the one Doug had gotten me, which wasn't too bad itself.

I'm pretty sure it could be seen from the horizon as big and as bright as it was. I felt a little bit weird having Helen and Victor there. Not because I didn't want them but because I wasn't sure how they truly felt. This was all happening very fast, after all, and Doug was still their son.

We had a chance to talk about it later on that night when the party on the beach was dying down. "We love Jacob like our own. I know he'll be good to you and my grandbabies, and that's what's important. You didn't do anything wrong; why should you feel any kind of way about going on with your life?" Helen took my hand and looked into my eyes as she asked.

It felt amazing having their support, and I told them in so many ways, but Jacob did me one better. He got all of our guest's gifts but the grandparents got spoilt the most. Luxury watches for the men and women, from him, I, and the kids and the grands each got a bracelet with our birthstones.

We left the kids and flew to another island for our honeymoon, which was a waste of time and money if you ask me because we never left the room. It's like putting his ring on my finger had made something snap inside him.

He seemed a lot more possessive than before, and I didn't think that was possible. He refused to let me out of our bed the first three days of our honeymoon getaway. The staff learned not to come near that room after day one, that's for sure because I'm sure they'd heard me screaming out orgasms first thing in the morning.

At one point, I had to ask if he was taking something, but he claimed that I was his aphrodisiac, and we were at it again. That fourth day, he finally took me out. We went out to a restaurant to eat, and I noticed he held me closer and crowded me with his body a lot as if protecting me from the rest of the world.

I noticed the appreciative looks I got from both men and women in the flowy silk kaftan top over white silk shorts that showed off my legs and thighs that were tight from my time on the treadmill.

I did notice that Jacob had a tic in his cheek for most of the meal, but it was only when we got back to the beach house and he took me to bed, that I realized what his problem was. He'd seen the men checking me out and proceeded to try to kill me with his twelve-inch cock.

"I don't see how men looking at my ass is my...." That's as far as I got before his hand was squeezing off my air, and I had a belly full of hard cock again to put me in my place. He's so easy.