Page 2 of Hansel
She would remain my wife.
Still, the thought of seeing her again…I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. It had been years. From all accounts, she was still as hot as she always had been. Some said even hotter and that was what was worrying me the most.
Gretal had always been a beautiful woman, spectacular. What would I do if she had come with a date? Or even worse, if she wanted to hook up with someone after the wedding? How would I cope with that?
Or more importantly how badly would I not cope?
“Hansel?”
The girly voice saying my name brought me back to reality with a bump. I turned back to my date, a woman I had asked to accompany me just so I didn’t seem like a total loser if my wife had turned up with someone else.
It was a childish move but one I couldn’t bring myself to regret.
Saving face in front of the woman who had killed me inside was the only way I was going to be able to get through seeing her again. And if that meant leading on one of the poor women from town then so be it. The sooner the whole ceremony was over and I could drown myself in liquor and wet pussy the better.
“Yeah honey?” Leaning back, I let my arm settle across the back of her chair, trying to act relaxed when I felt anything but. “You doing ok, Gre…?” I froze. I had almost said my wife’s name instead of the girl beside me. Something that hadn’t happened in years.
When Gretal had first left me, it had been her name that I had called out no matter whose pussy or mouth I was filling. But it hadn’t happened in a long time.
Thinking about her, knowing that before the end of the day I would have seen her again, had brought back old habits.
“My name is Louisa.” My date’s face was stony, and I couldn’t blame her for that. I would have been pissed off as well if someone had got my name wrong.
Usually, I would have shrugged it off. But I needed her by my side today. Which meant I had to swallow my pride and apologise. “I know what your name is, Louisa.” I stressed her name while giving her a grin that had been dropping panties since I was a teenager.
It had the desired effect and she smiled back. Her head came down to rest on my shoulder. I stiffened. It was all a little too intimate for me. I didn’t want an old lady; I didn’t even want to date. All I wanted was a hot piece of ass on my arm so my wife wouldn’t think I was still hung up on her.
Bending my head, I curled my fingers around Louisa’s chin. My eyes were glued to hers as I lowered my voice to a whisper.
“As soon as this is over, do you want to get out of here?” I waited whilst she digested my meaning, my smile never slipping.
Unlike her. For just a second she frowned. “You don’t want to go to the party? I’ve heard they are wild.”
Chuckling at her naivete, I shook my head. “We can party with everyone after. I’d like to party with you alone first.” I stroked my finger down her cheek and she shuddered under my touch. She understood perfectly what I meant. And she was tempted. I could see it in the way her cheeks flamed. She bit at her bottom lip, chewing on it like there was a decision to be made and she didn’t know what to do.
“Unless you don’t want to of course?” Cocking my head to the side, I tried to give her my whole attention, but at that moment the music started. People started rising to their feet. With a low groan, I followed suit.
No one had got cold feet then. Both Monster and Angela were going to go through with it.
“Oh wow, she looks amazing, doesn’t she?” Next to me, Louisa sighed happily.
Yes, Angela looked great in her black, lace wedding dress, walking down the makeshift aisle like some kind of gothic princess.
“Yeah, she looks fucking beautiful,” I growled out before I could help myself, but I wasn’t talking about Angela.
I was talking about the beauty I had just spotted a few rows ahead. My wife. How I hadn’t caught a glimpse of her before, I didn’t know. But once I had, I couldn’t look away. Soft, blonde hair that waved over her shoulders, the full-wide lips and her sparkling blue eyes that looked like they were swimming with tears.
She was smiling widely, her teeth perfect and white. I had never seen her look so happy. Not in all the time we had been together. And that hurt. It hurt more than I thought it would.
As if she sensed my eyes on her, her own left the blushing bride in black and locked with mine. Her painted lips opened in a small ‘o’.
I whispered her name like it was life giving oxygen. “Gretal.”
Chapter Two
Gretal
I had known that I would run into my husband, or soon to be ex-husband, at some point during the weekend. I had expected it to be hours earlier but seeing him again was still a shock. My lips fell open as our eyes met. His gaze was fierce, full of a look that I knew well. He had always worn that look of ownership when he looked at me. Back when we were younger, back before our relationship had gone to shit. I had loved that look in his eyes.
