Waking Up with a Ring on My Finger and a Bad Boy at My Side [20 - End]

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For these past couple of days in this week, I viewed every day as something insignificant. I dreaded every moment when sunrise would finally come, signaling a start of a new day. A new, crappy day. In a way or another, I was exhausted and stressed out.

To put it simply, I wasn't looking forward to a new day. I didn't want to face shitty challenges that had to do with our wedding. It wasn't really the wedding's fault...err, it was Evelyn I guess. I promised Brandon I would pay him back but he just kissed me and said that it wasn't necessary.

And that my presence around him was enough to pay him back for anything.

Epic fail to his romantic speech when I tried to say that it was stupid and we were talking about big bucks...but he kissed me again before I could say anything. I...was pretty sure he did that to shut me up.

We didn't go to Detroit after all. Nor did we went back to our home in NYC...partly because there was no flight available at such a short notice. Brandon didn't feel the need to call his private jets too...partially because his phone was shattered into pieces but yeah.

"Let's just stay for one more day," I groaned groggily when I felt the soft tug at the covers. Brandon had his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest, cuddling closer to him. "Mmkay," he muttered, sounding more or else exhausted.

Being a grown-up sucks.

"Let's have a picnic."

"It's a bit cold outside," Brandon said, cocking his eyebrow at me. "So? It's London. Let's enjoy it while we can!"

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On the third of March, 2009...on the more secluded part of the beach, I, Samantha Bennett walked down the 'aisle' to the sweet tune of Pachelbel's Canon in D (and no, it was not played by an entire orchestra; it was played by my aunt!) to finally meet Brandon Compton after a couple of torturous hours without him.

It was only a couple of hours, I swear to god, and I've already missed him like heck. Ever since London, we've been spending a lot of time together. We went back to NYC for a couple of days to sort things out there.

For one thing, Brandon shredded the prenup that his mother gave us as a 'welcoming gift' that was not welcoming at all...and not really a gift. You should've seen her face, it was priceless! The most interesting part was that he threw the documentations into the blender.

And Evelyn. GOD how I adore that moment. It kept playing over and over again in my head and it never gets old! I stormed into her office, my head held high, linking arms with Brandon who was silently trying to hide his smirk (but failed) and showed her the cash.

The bankers were suspicious as to why we wanted to withdraw that much of cash but in the end it was worth it. Her shell-shocked face was just too perfect and she suddenly went mad...and started calling me a bitch and everything.

But we ignored her and walked side by side to the nearest cake house, where Brandon and I fed each other strawberry cakes...but we got playful and by the end of the day our noses and cheeks were smudged with the icings.

I smiled to myself as he slid the ring to my finger. I was wearing a strapless, champagne white wedding gown with my hair pulled back and twisted into a French braid. The ocean breeze was threatening to knock off my tulip flower clip of my head. And I stayed as rigid as possible not to let it loose.

"You may kiss the bride."

On the third of March, 2009. I, Samantha Bennett was officially Samantha Compton.

Mrs. Samantha Compton, wife of the great Mr. Brandon Compton.

I clamped my lips tight as I had the sudden urge to laugh and cry at the same time.

Brandon wrapped his arms around my waist and moved closer to me. Both of us had a big, goofy smiles on our faces. "You're not the bad boy I knew back when we were still in high school," I whispered. "I still don't get the bad boy thing though," he whispered, tilting my head up towards him.

I grinned. "Nah, Brandon. You're not a bad boy at all. You're so much better than that."

And as I tiptoed to give him a kiss (3-inch high heels and I was STILL not as tall as him), sending the guests over the edge, suddenly we all heard a shrill scream. "You're making a big mistake!"

Evelyn.

"H-how can you marry that...that THING?!" she spat angrily. "You're making a mistake, I swear to god Brandon Compton! Marry ME! I'm the one who's really for you--"

You know, in a way I was...not really that surprised by her sudden outburst, for some reason. I didn't know why, maybe I was too engulfed in my joyous feeling that I didn't feel anything else than happy. Brandon looked at me and sighed. He started to walk down the small platform, down the aisle and did something along with Jake.

His laughter followed by others and earned clappings and standing ovation from our closest and dearest friends. Brandon grabbed Evelyn's upper arm, rather harshly and dragged her out of the wedding area. Jake followed suit to make sure she didn't come back again.

When Brandon came jogging back to me, he breathed out, "Hah, okay where were we again?"

I grinned and flung my arms around him as our lips finally met.