Chapter Nine: One and Only

'The aim of planning is to minimise, remove and cast aside all the doubts'.

––––"Mwanandeke Kindembo"

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Two women followed behind like a mislaid puppy, with there constant blabbing he sure was going to take some Advil.

"Nikator sweetie, do wear this outfit I chose"his aunt gave him the look, which he was sure to resist. On the other hand, his mom was doing the same but he wasn't going to listen to either women.

He is needed to change in a different attire for the reception, just has his wife was going for. Of course he'd have dressed long time ago and be on his way, but with this two women here he was going to spend longer.

"Okay Jessica. Let leave him to decide"his mom finally let go, considering she knows what irritate him.

"Thanks Mom"he pecked her cheek and that of his aunt and both left the room to his privacy. Nikator wasn't really in the mood for any party, he just need to marry and have his wife all to himself but has tradition follows on every wedding....he wasn't going to change that.

The phone on his bed rang constantly and he smiled when he saw the name of his wife. She was everything he ever wanted, and all he'll ever need in his life. Th brightest morning was only seen by him on her face, Ciara light up his day, on his very sullen day.

And he won't let anyone harm or make her shed tears.

"Hello"his muscular voice sounded through the room and the line.

All he did was smirk at what she said and strolled to his large window to outlook the view. With one hand in his pocket and the other on the phone, he sure was looking radiant. The white long sleeve outlined his muscular build, with few button opened.

"Am very ready for you my dear wife"he smiled and turned to the door which was opened, and in walked his three cousins. All dressed in white long sleeve and a suit pants. Considering it was the reception, they all decided to dress alike.

"Gonna go"he whispered and hanged up. He turned to his cousins, who were giving him the wiggling eyes.

He scoff at them and went to his mirror stand to spray some cologne.

"So what did Ciara say?"his cousin Elliot smirked with folded arms. All his cousins were surely here to have some teasing game with him but he do know how to outsmart from suchlike jokes and talk.

"None of your business"he glared and snarled at the others with flame in his eyes.

"Any problem"he asked, clearly using that tone of his that scares unwanted. He knew he was been strict but he sure knew were the topic will led to with these men around.

"Come on Nike. We just wanna give some brief advice to you"the other cousin with blond hair and bright forest green eyes spoke, he wasn't backing down until he get some lessons.

"And what will that advice be, if I may ask Jason"he folded his arms and looked directly to his eyes. Jason too scared to speak looked at there other brother,who was sitting on the chair with magazine on his firm grip, clearly uninterested in the conversation.

"Don't look at me Jason, you suggested this so deal with it"he spoke without looking up. Ashton was surely conservative out of them but very, very rigorous.

"Well Nikator, it actually the topic about what's going down on your wedding night"Jason spoke bravely this time around.

A scoff came from the other man on the chair, "more like going up. Make up your mind Jason....you evidently confusing yourself and the man".

"Shut it! all of you"Nikator exclaimed and there was total silence. Nikator strolled passed them out of the room and went to the comfort of his mom's room.

Rosie was shocked to see him inside her room, obviously two minutes ago we wanted to be alone. He slumped down on the couch and took a magazine and glance through it.

"What's it?".

"Cousins"that was his only response and Rosie understood perfectly. She knew to the extent how they do bug the hell out of him. Nikator wasn't the type to offend, and if done..... just hope.

He rested in the room for a while, until he was called upon for the reception. In his parents massive Mansion, behind is a huge Hall which can be used for parties and other occasions. Nikator and his cousins both got to the beautiful reception hall with his wife already awaiting his presence. He took hold of her palm and gave a light kiss to it.

"You look radiant my lady"he smirked.

"Has do you my darling hubby, but you look hot"she bit her lips seductive and that gave Nikator some more erotic thinking of what he was going to do with his woman. Through a glimpse from the corner, he saw a woman who looked exactly like his wife,who he investigated not too long ago.

He gritted his teeth at the sight of her but he wasn't going to take actions yet, until the celebration was over. All investigation on her was of different problem, with no good said about her.

She was the cause of his wife stress and her parents.

"Babe, babe"the voice of his wife brought him out from his thoughts and he quickly gave her a smile.

"You kept looking at my sister"she frowned.

"It's nothing babe"he reassured and took her hand into his arms and matched into the Hall. All the guest gave them the look of a 'all so perfect couple'. Ciara was on top of the moon with this attention she's gaining and at such the wonderful picturesque of the hall.

With a smirk on her face, she turned to look at a talking Annika. Has long has she has Nikator by her side,she'd make sure her sister is concluded miserable.....and Nikator won't find out about her secret.

The reception went accordingly, with the introduction, the cutting of the cake, a memory slide show in the projector and then came the time for Annika to give her speech. Just has shock you're the same was seen on Annika face...disbelief.

Patently this was a shock to both her and ginger, whose mouth was wide open. Annika took a sharp look at Ciara and with a raised wine glass in salute, she gestured. It was not what she expected, clearly another way of getting her way was nothing expected of giving a speech. What good memories was she going to relay to the guest? Nothing.

Ciara planned all this, which was more reason for her to invite her. If anything she was the maid of honor, it was understandable but in this situation....it was totally not.

Moving towards to grab the mic with a sure trembling hand, she turned to ginger who silently gave her a thumb up. Whispering she could do this, and she couldn't. She really needed to be honest to this people but that means another trouble with my parents.

"Hmm, yeah. Firstly I wanna say a big congratulations to you two. Everything you've desired is finally accomplished, you must feel proud"Annika was obviously getting brave in her speech and her bestie was scared about what she might say.

"Since we were kids, Ciara has always loved the idea of becoming someone with great achievement and I can see it today. She loves to doll up and I won't say steal...but borrow mom makeup to do some touch up on her face" she chuckled along with the guest.

"Ciara has been the best sister ever. Had my back in every areas of my life, You the best" she raised the glass up to Ciara and with a tight smile, she gestured back.

Ciara knew all this was a lie, and she was hoping for her to do the opposite not compliment or give good feedback.

"My sister has gotten were she's today with genuineness and am proud of her."

Annika waited for a few seconds, still glaring at Ciara before she spoke again.

"To Ciara" she said and all repeated.

Before she went towards her seat, she saw the way Nikator looked at her. Like he was ready to strangle her with his bare hands, and nothing would stop him...except the crowd.

Sitting back on her seat, she drained up her wine in one gulps but with a staring competition with her brother in law. It was very obvious that she wasn't in her so called brother in law good list.

Whatever his is problem, he can't do anything to her because she's Annika Smith. The one and only.

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