The wedding was finally here. It was a bittersweet day for Clive. He was excited to be marrying the woman he loved but sad that his father couldn’t be there.
“I’m sorry he can’t be here too,” Aunt Caroline told him, patting him on the heart. “He would have been as excited about this wedding as you.”
Clive smiled. “Yes, he would have.”
“Now, it’s good to see you smile. Your father wouldn’t want you to be sad today of all days. Just think about that lovely bride of yours and the bright future ahead of you.”
Clive hugged her. “Yes, Aunt Caroline, I will.”
“Good. I’ll send your best man in. He’s beside himself with excitement.” She smiled and gently squeezed his hand before leaving the room.
“You can go in now,” she said to Robert.
“Did you mention the letter to him?” he asked in a low voice.
Caroline grimaced and shook her head. “No. I’m not going let that woman ruin this day for him.”
“What could she possibly have to write about?”
“It doesn’t matter. Clive will never see that letter.”
“What have you done with it?”
“I ripped it into tiny little pieces and flushed them down the toilet.”
“Good. I wish Dad had never met or married her.”
“So do I. And I wish Clive had never gotten involved with her.”
“Well, she’s where she belongs–in jail. And she’s going to spend the rest of her life there. I hope she rots.”
Aunt Caroline reached up and touched his face. “Don’t let yourself get all bent out of shape over Margaret. Let’s just forget about her and concentrate on this joyous occasion. Now, go and see to your brother.”
He nodded and they parted company.
As Caroline, walked to the church office to see the minister, she thought, thank God this day is here. The day after eventually being able to put the whole dreadful business of Margaret behind them. She had been convicted and would remain behind bars for the rest of her miserable life. Even from her cell, she was still trying to insinuate herself in Clive’s life. It was too bad that capital punishment was abolished in Britain in 1965. Life imprisonment was too good for that wretched woman. Death by hanging would have been a more fitting punishment for her crimes.
It was time for the ceremony to begin. The chapel was beautifully decorated with wedding flowers on the altar and on each bench. Clive stood beside his brother, Robert, his heart pounding as he watched their Aunt Caroline, precede the bridesmaids, followed by the bride and her father. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she reached him, they gazed at each other until they said their vows and exchanged wedding rings.
Then, came the part they had both been looking forward to. Clive lifted her veil off of her face and were kissing even before the minister said, “You may now kiss the bride.” The guests chuckled and the minister smiled.
The kiss lasted for a few minutes, then, holding hands they went down the aisle and outside of the church where they were showered with rice and well wishes. Now, it was off to the reception at The Hackney Assembly Hall. Everyone was dazzled by its sumptuous grandeur and deco-style. Everything was perfect and it was an unforgettable evening.
“Happy?” Clive asked Ndeshi as they danced their first dance as newlyweds. She was positively glowing, making him feel like his heart was going to burst because of the deep love he felt for her.
“Yes, very,” she replied. “And you?”
“I’m deliriously happy,” he replied with a smile. He didn’t think it was possible to be happy after losing his father but he was. And he couldn’t wait to start his new life with this incredible woman.
Hours later, they were on their way to Positano for their honeymoon. They arrived just after midnight and were thankful when at last, they were in their suite in the elegant Villa Boheme. It was the Puccini Suite with its stylish antiques, Vietri tiled floor, inlaid ceiling and a breathtaking view of the sea and Positano. Ndeshi looked around her, her eyes wide. “I’ve never been such a beautiful hotel before,” she exclaimed.
“Yes, it is splendid, isn’t it,” Clive agreed. “Let’s check out the bedroom.”
The bedroom was massive with a king size bed, plasma TV and balcony doors opening onto a spectacular private terrace overlooking the sea. “This is so romantic,” Ndeshi remarked.
“Yes, it is,” Clive agreed.
Ndeshi left the terrace and went into the bedroom. She undressed and placed her clothes on the chair before she glanced over her shoulder at Clive who joined her. Smiling, she removed her earrings, placed them on top of her clothes and then turned around. She stood there, stark naked, facing him.
His eyes darkened with desire and muttering under his breath, he quickly covered the distance between. Reaching for her, he pulled her roughly against him, letting her feel his arousal. His hands gripped her buttocks as he kissed her fiercely. Ndeshi moaned against his lips and pressing against him, she kissed him back, her arms wrapped around his waist.
As they exchanged wild kisses, he backed her over to the bed and then, after laying her down on top, he drew back to quickly strip. His face was flushed and his body was on fire. He got on top of her and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck as his mouth plundered hers.
Her arms fell from his neck when he broke off their kiss to press his mouth urgently against the side of her neck, before dragging it across her heaving bosom. She cried out when his lips closed over first one nipple and then the other. He covered every area of her body with kisses. When he reached her womanhood, she gasped when he buried his face there.
Her fingers clutched the bed covering as he pleasured her until she came. Then, he positioned himself so that he could enter her. Her eyes opened and she stared up into his face as he thrust himself inside her. The lovemaking was exquisite and extremely passionate. After a while, they lay there spent and sated. He buried his face in her neck and she buried her face in his hair. Minutes later, they fell asleep.