Sexy Beat

"I, Lucas Lewis, take you, Emma Robbie, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part," he pledge.

"Bride, are you willing?" said the priest.

And of, course she said; "Yes, I do."

Then the couple kiss in the presence of the applauded crowd. But then, the applause came to an awkward halt because there was a groan and groan of women from the speakers all over the building.

"Aah aah.. Lucas, Go on, put it in deeper... Deeper, Lucas... Engh... deeper still deeper the... Whaawhh. Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah faster, Lucas. Please..."
"Faster? You asked for something faster, huh?" answered Lucas's voice.

Then the groaning overlapped with a distinct clash of skin and slimy tones. Growls and sounds of pleasure filled the place. Some invitations seemed to swallow, some uncomfortable and whispering. Now all eyes are on the bride and groom in front. Meanwhile, back there, the church staff was also puzzled looking for a source of sound. Because no one should should should should should should should should should should should should. Even the technician's is checked repeatedly and not at its source.
And of course the most shocking thing of all was the bride and groom, especially the bride. Emma Robbie. Immediately afterward, Emma looked at Lucas Lewis, who was shaking his head clumsily.

Saying with bated breath;

"No, Emma. It's... not me."

But, it's too late. Emma had already cried, and then she slapped Lucas aloud in front of the crowd. Instead of Emma Robbie, her family felt deeply embarrassed and hurried away. Her own father, Clark Robbie, immediately stepped forward and slapped the man who had just become his son-in-law a minute ago.

"What the fuck is this?!" he shouted irate.
"No, Clark. That's not me!" Lucas tried to lustrous.

"Not you?!" Emma's mother, Vanessa Margot, cried and angrily embracing her daughter.

Clark Robbie continues: "That voice is your voice! The name is definitely your name! And you still say it's not you? You jerk! You've betrayed my daughter! What if we find out this after Emma is being your wife? Goddamn it! You beast! I don't want a son-in-law like you! I cancel it! The wedding is cancelled! Invalid! I can't let my daughter marry a bastard like him!"

"Clark, I can explain... Emma, please, it's not what you think. Let me explain!" Lucas Lewis totally freaked out. He tried to hold Emma's wrist.

"Don't touch me," Emma shook Lucas's hand.

She said, "My father's right, let's call off the wedding. Sir, all the wedding vows were just vows," Emma spoke to the Priest, sobbing and rubbing the tip of her nose, "Cancel it. I don't want to marry him."
Then, led by her parents and some of her relatives, Emma Robbie lowered the altar and then slipped away sobbing. Slowly, the guests also left and the wedding priest could only shake their head.

"Emma! Emma Robbie! Emma, wait! Hear me out!"

"Lucas, let her go."
Lucas' father, George Lewis, is holding on to his shoulder that's going after Emma Robbie. Honestly, he also wanted to slap his son so loudly for shame. But seeing all this, he couldn't bear the sight of disappointment. On the other hand, his wife, Olivia Gonzales, slapping Lucas with tears of rage.

"What the fuck are you doing, huh?! It's got to be that bitch's voice, right? It does, doesn't it? How can you keep in touch with a slut like her! You're too much, Lucas! You have shamed us!"
Lucas doesn't know what else to do. Now the building was no longer in attendance and left only church staff who began to tidy the room awkwardly. The man sat listless on the steps of the altar where he had taken the sacred oath.

"Fuck!" he muttered in remorse.

Really angry!

Lucas is really upset and he knows who might be doing this, that's Luna Lee. Instantly, without a second thought, Lucas pulled up and headed for the parking lot. Just remembered he was here with his father earlier, so now Lucas was forced to order a taxi. Waiting a while before

"Where do you want to go, Sir?"
"11 Old Concord Rd, Middlesex County," Lucas said, holding back his anger.
Lucas is in the passenger seat. He humped his head and back to calm himself down. He also loosened his tie and looked out the window. The streets darted like his memory had come back through, carrying a memory of last night.

Ah, last night. A few hours ago.

Lucas shouldn't have done that.
(To be continued...)