Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Crazy Nicole.
Back in the restroom, Daniel’s eyes were on the wall mirror as he combed his hair, his mind replaying the scene where he’d embarrassed Nicole Shelton so badly. Her face had looked like it was about to explode with fury — there was nothing more energizing than putting fake bitches like that in their place.
Imagine trying to give him a clothe for his wedding — who asked for her help? Do better next time, girl. I am not someone you can trick with cheap stunts and expect me to fall for it. So absurd.
After straightening his curls and packing them in buns, he applied hair cream at the edges, smoothing everything into neatness. Confident with the result, Daniel smiled at his reflection; his aura and striking presence could be seen clearly from afar. Unfortunately, no one was there to admire such a view. When he was done he packed his hair neatly into a net and slid into the bathtub, filling it with warm water.
Time to relax. Slowly he dipped in and brought over a bottle of champagne that sat beside the tub, pouring it into a glass and sipping sexily.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Silence.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Daniel frowned at the persistent interruption. Didn’t the person know that if there was no response, the person being looked for didn’t want to be found? Which daft person was interrupting such a peaceful moment?
Reluctantly he stood, straddled a towel around his slender waist — the towel accentuating the neatly tied cloth — and went to the door. To his irritation, the pest was still there.
"Alex, what the fuck is wrong with you? Can I have my peace please? I’m preparing for a wedding." Daniel lashed out.
Alex just moved him aside and came in with four outfits on a hanger. "So do I, Dan. I want my peace too — unfortunately I couldn’t get any — and you can’t either, especially since it’s your wedding and I’m planning it." He winked, ignoring Daniel’s dangerous glare, and pointed at the outfits.
"So madamosell, this is your time to shine. Pick one of these — the one that suits you better, since Xylander’s worried they’ll get your taste wrong. He inquired for more than one wedding outfit."
Sighing, Daniel came closer and took in one that was milky in color but bland to him — no design, the color palette just there, nothing special or glamorous about it.
"Nope. Too normal. My first and probably only wedding in this lifetime won’t be in that horrible thing." He tossed the outfit into a corner.
Alex sighed in defeat. This was going to be a long day. Good thing Xyle had paid for those outfits. He must have thought they’d chosen the best, but Xylander had gotten wind of Daniel’s profound taste in clothes, so he’d insisted on a consultation first.
"Haaaaaaa..." Daniel suddenly screamed, making Alex jump, ready to attack, only to see it was one of the second outfits he was holding. Daniel stared at the piece with a horrified expression.
"This isn’t a birthday, it’s a damn wedding." He eyed the white lace suit decorated with white undergarments that looked like a gown. Wait — what? What’s wrong with a birthday? Was there even a separate outfit for birthdays? Alex wondered.
Oh no. He wasn’t going through this ever again. Never. Because what the hell.
"Please, Dan, you’re traumatizing me at this point. Please choose." Alex, who barely ever pleaded, begged. He couldn’t go through scanning enormous outfits again because someone was doing his wedding — never again.
Daniel mumbled a curse while discarding the third one, which he called nightwear. "No one deserves to put on that shit outside." He shuddered at his reputation crumbling if he were seen in that terror called an outfit.
Left with two options, Alex began praying Daniel would pick the diamond-decorated clothes. To him, that one was the least bad. The diamond design glittered under the lights; Alex was certain Daniel would go with it. The hope crumbled when Daniel threw it aside too.
"Ewww, this reminds me of those ridiculous vampires in Twilight that glow like diamonds under sunlight." Daniel muttered. "I’m there to get married and steal people’s minds and blow them away — not shine bright like a diamond." He criticized.
Alex looked at him confused. Wasn’t the goal to shine and steal the spotlight? Alex wondered. He was so done. No way Daniel would choose the last one; it was nothing to write home about. See Alex’s reaction when that was the exact one Daniel picked.
"Oh, that’s the one. I knew it from afar." Daniel snatched it and began to go through it. Oh perfect.
Alex stood there horrified. Among those pretty babies, it was that normal-looking outfit he’d chosen. "Are you sure? You can see properly?" Alex questioned, because it reached to ask.
What was happening? Daniel already accepted defeat, only for this. He muttered, "Father Lord, I definitely am not ready for marriage," while Daniel kept admiring the cloth.
It was same with others but this one looked different because of one thing: the inside of the outfit was like a crop top. The outside layer was almost a market adorned with silver pearls; the lower was baggy trousers that gleamed with prestige. Opposite, in a corner, were his shoes — long white boots. They were all white, and it wasn’t called a white wedding for nothing.
"Oh, this is it, Alex. Perfection." Daniel giggled and hurried back to the bathtub to continue his routine — only for something to slip downwards and fall.
Lost in the excitement of his wedding outfit, he hadn’t noticed his nudity, leaving Alexander gawking like a clown in a circus show. The expression on Alex’s face changed as he gulped.
Daniel’s waist was to die for — his curves and chest were astounding. The delicate packs, both masculine and feminine, just perfect. The straight legs and the member at the middle were bouncing in glory as Daniel kept jumping continuously.
Unaware of his own loss of senses, he stood admiring himself until a call from Alexander drew him back to the world of the living. "What are you so lost looking at?" Daniel asked, not knowing he was the main cause. Following Alexander’s gaze, he saw his lower body — naked — and he yelped.
Not his nakedness!
Like a patient who’d escaped from a psychiatric hospital, Daniel rushed to the restroom, padlocked the door, fell to the floor and hit his head softly on the wall in dawning embarrassment. Why? Why why why! Why did you do that shit, mehn — my dignity has been trampled upon!
Daniel face-palmed himself for his mistake, still rooted to the spot. "How will I ever face him? What will I say?" he kept screaming, hitting his head on the wall. After spending close to thirty minutes in the restroom he leaned his head against the corner to see if Alex was there; unable to find him, he sighed and rushed to his bed, still banging his head on it countless times trying to bat the image away.
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Meanwhile, Nicole Shelton strutted into her room. Her friend was already there, and without revealing what had happened she hurled her heels at a nearby window and shattered the glass completely. Maxine flinched at the sound, getting the message that someone had really pissed her friend off.
"What’s it, Nicole? Chill..." But calming her friend wasn’t going to be easy. Nicole screamed and dragged her hair like a deranged person. She approached their silver mirror and smashed it to the floor with all her might, destroying it.
"That new boy — how dare he insult me? How dare he challenge the whole Nicole Shelton." She shouted at the top of her voice.
Maxine shuddered at the intensity. This was a problem. How would she calm her down?
"I want him dead. I want him gone. Xylander is mine; he shall be mine and no person will put us asunder — not even heavens or the devil himself can intervene." Nicole thundered, vibrating like a grinding machine.
Maxine felt terrified for her life. Her friend had issues, but it hadn’t gotten this bad before. Why now? Nicole let out a sardonic laughter.
"The wedding night..." she thought. She was going to loosen the ceiling fan in Daniel’s room and let it drop on him. He will die. He must die.