Page 81 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector
Sixmonthslater,ona balmy June evening, I was sitting having my hair done at the same time as someone else was working on my nails. My makeup had been done earlier and my look was beginning to take shape.
Mom was having her hair done at the same time and she was happily chatting away to her stylist about her excitement for the day.
I couldn’t contain my own excitement. It was here- wedding day. The day I finally got to marry the man of my dreams. I couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle with Mason and make our union permanent and to become Mrs. Mason King. Amber King.
The previous six months had gone by in a whirlwind of happiness, one which I’d never have thought possible last year. Living in San Diego in the sunnier climate helped my mood immediately, that and the relief at all the pain being over, made life instantly happier.
I was having fun at UC San Diego and the classes were great. Students here were more laid back than at Stanford and I’d made several new friends. Best of all, I was able to travel to my classes and back to our villa on the beach with ease, so I avoided having to stay in a dorm. There were no signs of secret societies to bring up bad memories so I was able to focus on my studies and enjoy life with Mason and my new friends.
Becoming a doggie mom had been wonderful. I loved to spend time on the beach with Ozzie, throwing his favorite ball, and watching him run into the sea to catch it. I was even becoming a bit of a surfer babe by learning to surf. I wouldn’t ever be as good as Mason, but at least I could ride the waves and stay on the board most of the time.
The beach life was fun but was also giving poor Mason some heartburn. According to him, there seemed to be more guys hanging around our small part of the beach since I’d arrived and it made him madly jealous when guys watched me surf or sunbathe. I just laughed it off. He was crazy if he thought I had eyes for anyone but him.
Anyway, this was a clear case of pot calling the kettle black since the beach babes definitely flocked in front of our house to watch him run or surf. The man was insanely hot. I loved to watch him run shirtless on the beach with Ozzie in tow. He’d been working on his body and eating healthily, and it really showed in the way his body looked, and in his lusty strength in our bedroom.
Earlier this week, Mason made us breakfast to eat on our beachfront deck. When he walked out carrying a platter of pancakes and fruit, all I could was drool over my personal Greek God. His abs and chest were chiseled and rock hard. His arms and legs were highly toned and bulked up from all his running and exercising on the beach. We ended up delaying breakfast when I pounced on him and he proceeded to take me from behind so we could see the sunrise in the most enjoyable way possible.
We’d even talked about starting a family. I wanted to wait until I had finished my studies and figured out what I wanted to do with my college degree and he agreed with me. But the idea of having a little boy like Mason was never far from my thoughts and I had a feeling we would start our family sooner rather later.
With my hair and nails done, I took a small sip of champagne and looked at my dress hanging on the wardrobe door. It sparkled in the light with tiny crystals and pearls dotted all over it.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I already looked regal with the halo style pearl and crystal crown I was wearing. Mom helped me into my dress and did up the row of tiny pearl buttons.
The gown was a custom Vera Wang gown made with pure white silk which draped and flowed around me. There were billowy separate sleeves which started at my biceps and flowed halfway down my arm. I looked in the mirror and was enchanted by the person looking back at me. I still looked like me but more polished, like royalty.
The knots in my stomach tightened and I sipped my champagne in nervousness. Mom took my hands and smiled at me.
“You look absolutely stunning, darling. Are you nearly ready for your father to come and walk you down the aisle?”
“Yes. I’m ready,” I smiled back at her. She looked beautiful in a soft cornflower blue long dress.
Dad came into the room and as soon as he saw me, he brushed away a tear.
“Well, look at you. My little girl looks absolutely gorgeous!”
He looked smart in his navy suit. He kissed my cheek and squeezed my hands.
“Are you ready to marry that nice young man waiting for you on the beach?”
“Yes, Dad. I just want to see Mason.”
“Good. Let’s go, shall we. We’re already fashionably late.”
We left the room and stood outside while the photographer took some photos of me and my dad. Then we walked outside to the garden area of Mason's (now our) house, and stood behind a large tree, waiting for the wedding planner to give us the go ahead to walk down the aisle. I peeked out and saw the small number of chairs were filled with our waiting guests. There was Jackson and his wife sitting in the front row beside my mom on one side, and Mason’s parents sat in the front row on the other side, along with Hermione and her current boyfriend. Andrew was sitting behind Hermione. Our friends filled the rest of the aisles and they were waiting patiently for me to come.
Two little flower girls from Mason’s side of the family began to walk down the aisle, throwing pink petals out of their little white baskets.
Getting the nod from the wedding planner, my dad and I turned the corner and began to walk down the aisle.
Mason stood at the other end of the aisle with Andrew and my heart jumped into my throat when I saw him. He looked so handsome in a custom navy-blue tuxedo which fitted him beautifully, showing the curves of his muscular frame. His crisp white shirt and navy bow tie highlighted his stunning blue eyes. Those blue eyes that I could get lost in forever.
We arrived in front of Mason and the officiant. Mason looked at me and smiled, the curve of his lips lighting up his face. He radiated happiness.
“You look absolutely stunning.”
“You look all kinds of handsome yourself.”
We both chuckled nervously.