The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 59

She was crying again. The minute she had stepped back into the dress the waterworks had started. The emotions she felt stepping into this gown made her feel overwhelmed and now Everly and the stylist were cursing her ruining her makeup and Ollie was asking her why she was crying when she looked so much like an angel.

“I’m just so happy,” she wailed at Ollie

Ollie made a face at her, “you don’t look happy. Your face is all red and your neck is splotchy.”

“Well, I am,” she looked at her daughter in the princess dress. “You look so beautiful.”

She frowned, “it itches. I told Dad he should have gotten me a suit like Max.”

“Oh my God that would have been so cute!” Bobbie wailed louder.

“Yeah, someone needs to get Veronique to come perform some kind of calming voodoo on this one. She’s a wreck.” Elise spoke from where she lounged in a chair. “Though if I had to marry the nerd I’d be sobbing too. Did you know he was walking around downstairs in a s**t and his underwear? He is so nervous he forgot his pants.” Elise cackled at the thought. “What a dork.”

Fiona laughed, “at least he had boxers on. Do you remember when Timon and you got married and he blurted out at the altar he forgot to put his briefs on under his trousers and his pubes were caught in his zipper?”

Bobbie stared wide-eyed, “he did not.”

“Did too. The priest took a good five minutes to compose himself.”

“Better than Walt looking behind him for the barrel of Papa’s shotgun.” Elise teased.

“It’s why I was so impressed with Bobbie from the start.” Fiona nodded vehemently. “She didn’t cave to Papa’s demand for a shotgun wedding like we did. This is all on her terms. Me? I had no choice. Good thing I love Walt because my father was not taking no for an answer from us.”

“Now you’re having baby number three,” Elise teased. “It’s good to know the passion hasn’t passed.”

“Are you kidding?” Fiona grinned, “I got fixed up because he can’t keep his damn hands to himself. Now he’s thinking he has the virility of a God. I couldn’t get him off me with a shoehorn.”

Ollie grimaced at Lark, “I’m never having babies. I don’t want any monkey p*****s near my v****a.”

Lark nodded her agreement. “I want a baby, but I don’t like the other stuff. I will get a doctor to put a baby in there.”

Ollie looked to Bobbie, “do you like to make babies?”

“I need another mimosa!” Bobbie called to nobody in particular.

A knock on the door made all the adults grateful for the interruption. Grady poked his head in. “We are ready for everyone down at the field. We have golf carts to drive everyone down.” He gave a low whistle, “my wife looks hot!”

Everly shook her head as she did a turn for him playfully. The empire waist dress in a deep red hanging from her shoulders by thin spaghetti straps. “Thank you!”

“My not-sister looks like an angel descended from the heavens.” He looked her up and down. “You look beautiful Bobbie. He’s going to cry so hard. I hope it’s like the baptism video.”

“He had boogers on his face,” Ollie sneered. “I don’t want him to cry like that. It’s gross.”

“Look at all these pretty little girls!” Grady exclaimed as he looked to the five girls in their matching dresses. “Did I walk into a princess realm?”

They all giggled but Ollie. “I wish I had pants.”

Bobbie looked to her seriously. “Are you truly unhappy in the dress?”

“It’s okay.” Ollie made a face Bobbie knew as her lying face.

Bobbie grabbed her phone and called Olivier ignoring everyone’s protests.

“Chérie, we are minutes from getting married. What is wrong?”

“Ollie hates her dress. She wants pants.” Bobbie knew she was being dramatic, but this day was special for all of them and if Ollie were miserable then she would be focused on the child instead of the ceremony.

“What does she want?”

“She mentioned a suit like Max.”

He was quiet for a moment and then gave a loud laugh. “Ask her if a white suit would work?”

“What?”

“Gael brought a suit for Max, and he refused to wear it. It’s white and sparkly. I’m going to send Henri with it. She can try it.”

“Yes please! “Bobbie hung up the phone and looked at everyone. “Apparently Gael wanted a mini-me version in Max and brought him a sparkly white suit which he declined to wear. Olivier is sending it for Ollie.”

Ollie was already stripping out of her dress, yanking it over her head and tossing it aside. “Stupid dress was itchy.”

The girls all looked at her like she was crazy. Lark shook her head in disgust as she picked up the dress and put it on a chair. Ollie was pacing back and forth in her panties waiting for her change of clothes.

A few minutes later Grady was accepting a garment bag from Henri and laughing as Ollie jumped up and down with glee.

Bobbie watched as it was all hands-on-deck to get Ollie into the white tuxedo with the shimmering film to it and when Meri put the bolo tie with the Moreno family crest as the slide, Bobbie wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

Ollie was strutting her stuff like a runway model but everyone in the room was considering the outfit far more masculine than feminine. She looked wonderfully Ollie.

As Ollie moved in front of a mirror, Meri could barely contain her laugh. “My father is going to s**t himself. This is not what he had in mind when he brought this, but she looks great in it.”

“He will have to accept her as she is or he can go f**k himself,” Bobbie said bluntly and squatted in front of the young girl. “How do you feel, Ollie?”

“I look awesome! I’m beautiful.” She nodded not looking away from the mirror. “I’m shiny like the girls and wearing pants!”

“You are beautiful!” Bobbie agreed. She looked up, “then we are all ready to go. Let’s go get married.”

In a collective chorus of excitement, the group of women and Grady made their way to the waiting golf carts.

She and Grady were going last and so as all the other carts pulled away, it was just the two of them standing outside the house in the driveway.

He smiled at her, “we haven’t really had a chance to talk alone since we got here last night. How are you?”

“I’m good. Excited but good.”

“This is what you want? This isn’t some weird pressure you are too afraid to tell me about. I will drive this golf cart through those gates and take you out of here if this isn’t what you want.”

She nudged him with her h*p, “it’s what I want Grady. I love him. I want our family. I want for Max and Ollie to have it all. I want to have it all.”

“You’re sure the voodoo priestess didn’t put you under a spell?” He looked around the yard and whispered, “did she really kill a chicken right out here?”

“She did. I never want to talk of it again.” She shuddered exaggeratedly.

“Then let’s go get you married.”

“He wanted us to write our own vows. I hope I get through them without melting down.”

“He said he had his memorized Wednesday night.”

She chuckled, “he’s such a go-getter.”

Grady helped her into the last cart and then rounded to the driver’s seat.

They made the five-minute drive to the field and Bobbie was stunned at the transformation. Loads of flowers and wispy white gauzy material were blowing in the slight breeze through multiple arches of wood.

The seats were all covered in white cloth and the aisle was a long white carpet. There were more roses than she’d ever seen in her life. She gasped at the sight. “Grady. Look at this place.”

“He left nothing to chance. He loves you so much Bobbie. All he could talk about last night was making today the most special of your life.”

“Truthfully, I would have been happy at a courthouse. I never in my life was the kid who pretended to get married or wear a white dress. This is a lot to take in.”

He stopped the cart behind a large screen which she presumed was erected to keep Olivier from seeing her too soon. He winked at her, “last chance to run.”

“The only place I’m running is straight up that aisle.” She touched the gemstone hanging on the silver chain around her neck and took a breath. “Here we go.”

She saw Henri at the end of the aisle, and he gave the nod for the five little girls to begin walking down the aisle with their baskets of rose petals.

“I have five flower girls,” she giggled, “and one maid of honour.” She shook her head at Everly who was chuckling at what she could see the kids doing. Bobbie hidden from view of the congregation was also shielded from the view of the procession. Based on the laughter she was guessing the girls were taking their roles very seriously.

Then Everly gave a wave, and she was on her way, holding her bouquet of roses and beaming.

Grady tucked her hand in his elbow and leaned close, “all set?”

The traditional sounds of the wedding march started, and Bobbie gave a sigh as they stepped beyond the screen and into view of the congregation. The first thing she noted was Ollie jumping up and down still throwing petals and Max pushing her to stop clowning. Everly was pulling them apart when Ollie threw a palmful into Max’s face. She pointed up the aisle at Bobbie and they both went still. Max hadn’t seen her in her dress and his eyes were wide as he looked at her.

He spoke really loudly, “Maman, you’re beautiful!”

The group all laughed at his words.

Her eyes looked past the kids and Everly and she locked eyes with the brown-eyed man waiting for her. She watched as he struggled to gather his composure at his view of her. He was wearing a black tuxedo and his sandy blonde hair was slicked back. He was clean shaven, and he did not look like he’d been up most of the night drinking or that he’d been running ragged setting everything up. He was decidedly fixated on her, his eyes watering as she walked on Grady’s arm to him.

The tuxedo was a surprise to her. She had expected a suit for sure, but he and Riggs were top-notch in their clothing choices. By the time she reached the end of her white walkway, she was breathing erratically and trying to respond to his free-falling tears.

Bobbie only noticed Prue when the woman stepped past Olivier to break any form of custom for an officiant and hug the bride and k**s her cheek.

Prue looked to Grady, “who gives this bride to be married?”

Grady smiled gently, “on behalf of her family and friends, I do.”

His words surprised Bobbie and she fought tears at his gentle k**s to her cheek as he helped her to Olivier.

Olivier shook his head in awe, “Veronique was right. Breathtaking.” His words were punctuated with gasps as he sniffed.

Prue smiled as she reached up and wiped a tear of Bobbie’s cheek. “When Olivier told me he and Bobbie wanted me to officiate their wedding, there was no hesitation. What woman would refuse her unofficially adopted child’s request? I know this bride on a deeply personal level. I have shared in her life for almost nine years now. I have helped raise her heathens,” she winked at Ollie and Max, “but I have also watched her grow. I have watched her become a strong resilient beacon for her children. Someone they can look up to for always doing the right thing even in the toughest of times. These attributes will serve her well in getting married to Olivier today. Marriage is hard. It is work. It isn’t always fairy tale romances, rainbows, and butterflies. When it works, when two people do the work, it is a blessing and a gift. It is joyous and special and there is no doubt in my mind these two will put in the work. Bobbie has the kindest heart of anyone I’ve met. In the short time I’ve known Olivier I’m learning there is nothing he wouldn’t do to ensure her happiness.” She looked to Bobbie, “I understand you wrote your own vows for today?”

Bobbie nodded and looked to Olivier, “I hope someone is recording this for the family Christmas reel.” Her comment earned a chuckle, “Olivier nine years ago you swept into my coffee shop and took my feet out from under me. You found a way to make a jaded angry young woman who was on the verge of being alone and make her feel less alone, happy and loved. When you showed up at the hotel, I had booked just over a month ago, just as you did that first day in the coffee shop, you spun my world on its axis. While I cannot say I have been unhappy the last nine years, because I have had a good life, I can say you make me happier. You make me feel safer. You make me feel loved. I am grateful for you each and every day. It is not going to be easy because we are both terribly stubborn people, but I know there is nobody else in the world I would at my side than you. I will eternally be yours. I love you.”

Olivier sucked in a deep breath as he wiped his eyes and nose with a tissue he shoved back in a pocket. “Holy, she’s a tough act for me to follow.” He touched her cheek, “ma chérie, I cannot begin to express to you how I feel and for it all to be clear in only a few words. A hundred lifetimes would not be enough time to tell you the impact you have on me. To you I am eternally grateful. You are a blessing to me. Every day I look at you and our children and I am reminded of how outrageously fortunate I was to have decided to spend a few weeks in my Houston offices. The day I saw you in that hotel lobby felt like the day I was brought back to life. I took one look at you Bobbie and knew I was never going to be the same again and then you had a pair of eight-year-olds calling you mom and I was a broken man thinking someone else had made a family with you. Then I looked at them.” His words earned the group a chuckle, “thank God for genetics because I knew there was no way they looked like that and didn’t have Villeneuve b***d.”

Ollie found this hilarious and cackled loudly.

“Chérie, you have given me the greatest gift of a second chance. Your beautiful heart and your gentle soul are what my spirit needed. I promise, I make this vow to you Bobbie to never, ever leave you regretful for bestowing the gift of your love unto me. I love you.”

They were both crying at his words. Prue spoke again, “good thing there are tissues everywhere. Let’s move on to rings.”

“That’s my job!” Max shrieked and raced to his father. “I’m here. I’m ready.”

Riggs hoisted him up in his arms, “good job buddy.”

After the exchange of rings, Prue said Levi had wanted to read a passage from his bible and he recited from memory the familiar verse about love and patience.

Then Veronique insisted on giving a blessing which thankfully involved only waving incense around at them and shouting words.

The kids were all giggling loudly at her theatrics and Olivier choked on the incense while Bobbie wondered whether the woman was simply screwing with them all just to get attention on her.

Finally, Prue was able to tell Olivier he could k**s his bride.

His gripped her waist and pulled her tight to him and lowered his head hungrily. He kissed her deeply and passionately and even the catcalls and cheers from their families didn’t stop him. Eventually, Bobbie broke the k**s with a laugh, “save some for tonight mister.”

Olivier whispered in her ear, “I have lots for tonight. Don’t you worry.”

She giggled and blushed at his words and then they faced the clapping crowd and walked back down the aisle.

Levi called out food and drink and dancing would be happening on the back patio area.

At the end of the aisle Olivier grabbed her again and kissed her a second time.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips

She wiped a tear off the corner of his cheek, “I love you too. Let’s go have a party.”

“I like this idea. I want to dance with my wife.”

She giggled, “dancing with my husband sounds a fun time.”

As they all climbed into the golf carts the air was jubilant and excited. It was done. She was married.