She was the princess that day and I hatedher for it.Her wedding dress was beautiful. The white off the shoulder dress wassoft satin, feminine, and had...nice touches of lace an beads. As shewalked down the church aisle that day, all eyes were on her includingmine. My eyes burned with envy as I kept wishing it was me walking downthat church aisle in that gorgeous dress. I could only imagine what itmust have felt like to be her with the center of attention on her, withher pretty dress on, and at. "Yes, Sir, but what about the other people in the office building?" I asked, concerned that someone would come in and see me."I am the owner of this company, silly girl. Why else do you think that this office is SOUNDPROOF? Besides, the door is locked. NO ONE intrudes on my privacy here, anyway. So, you see, you are at MY mercy. Now, NO more delays! Get into the position that I mentioned earlier," he reacted forcefully.I quickly did as I was instructed, realizing that I had no more excuses to. My lifelong brunette wife had her dyed blonde for the occasion. She was dressed in a low cut, high on the thigh black dress that emphasized her ample breasts. She looked sexy as hell. I watched her from a distance for a couple of moments. I was just about to send a drink her way when I noticed a man approach her at the bar. He ordered a drink for himself and turned to Linda and spoke a few words. Soon the bartender placed a drink in front of her. She laughed as she chatted him up and I noticed. His blue green orbs sparkled and I wondered strongly, what the hell he was thinking. ‘When do you want me to come over tonight?’ ‘Oh . . . I . . . Uhhh . . .’ I did not even think of that. Good think I wasn’t crying any more, otherwise I would look more pathetic. His brow went up questionably and the side of his mouth quirked up to form a lopsided grin. ‘How ’bout around six o’clock?’ ‘Perfect!’ Then I thought of something, my parent’s didn’t think of. ‘What would you like to eat?’ He.