Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Wedding Night Pranks

A rare, faint blush crept up Alaric Blackwood’s handsome face.

He put the photo album back into a drawer of the bookshelf, locked it, and pocketed the key.

"Honestly..." Mandy Halloway watched his series of actions with a look of disdain. "What’s there to hide? They’re just naked baby pictures. It’s not embarrassing to show your wife."

At her words, Sophie Shaw recalled Alaric’s 100-day-old photo and his round little bottom, and couldn’t help but raise a hand to cover her smile.

Her smile made Alaric’s face turn even redder.

"Mom, you..."

"What about me?" Mandy Halloway saw nothing wrong with her behavior.

She got up, walked over to Alaric Blackwood, and poked her son’s shoulder. "As for the fact that I couldn’t reach you today, I’ll deal with you later."

Early this morning, it was impossible to get through to Alaric Blackwood’s phone. No one could find him. Mandy Halloway’s first reaction was to think the boy was planning to bail on his own wedding.

"If your wife wasn’t here, your father and I would have definitely shown you what a mixed doubles beatdown looks like."

Alaric sighed and touched his forehead. "Mom, can you give me a break?"

Mandy Halloway snorted and walked away, swaying her hips.

In the blink of an eye, only he and Sophie Shaw were left in the room.

Sophie scratched her head, feeling both awkward and a little amused.

Alaric Blackwood closed the bedroom door, walked over to her in a few steps, and looked down at her. "What’s so funny?"

She immediately schooled her features back into her usual serious expression.

"It’s the middle of the day. Why are you closing the door?"

"To practice for tonight’s main event."

"What?"

"You don’t actually think that after the wedding night hazing, no one will be eavesdropping, do you?"

"..."

"Let me hear you make a sound first."

Sophie felt a wave of embarrassment. "I... I don’t know how."

Alaric Blackwood knew she was inexperienced and hadn’t been with a man in that way, but he didn’t think she was so naive that she couldn’t even make a sound or two.

"You may not have done it, but you’ve surely seen it in movies, right? Just make any sound. I’ll correct you if it’s not right."

The man looked quite experienced.

Sophie swallowed and let out a dry "ah." Alaric Blackwood instantly let out an exasperated laugh, seriously suspecting that after her ’a’, she was about to go through the rest of the vowels...

"With a little more feeling."

Sophie: ...

She "ah"-ed again, but to Alaric Blackwood, it still sounded completely flat.

He bent down, lifted one knee between her legs, and half-knelt on the bed. His upper body leaned forward, forcing her to fall back.

She braced herself on the bed with both hands, looking at Alaric Blackwood nervously. "What are you doing?" fгeewebnovёl.com

The man’s lips curled into a smirk. His hands suddenly grabbed her waist, and the next second, he pushed her down onto the bed and started tickling her.

He remembered she was very ticklish when they were children.

Sophie, caught off guard by his sudden move, blushed and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Ah! Stop... HAHAHA... Alaric Blackwood... Stop it, no more..."

"See? You’re pretty good at this, aren’t you? Hm?"

The man watched her laugh so hard she was doubled over, tears streaming from her eyes. He raised his large hand, his fingertips brushing away the moisture at the corner of her eye.

At some point, the man had gotten completely onto the bed, pinning her entire body beneath him.

The position was extremely intimate, making her blush beet-red.

"You... Get up..."

"It’s our wedding day. My wife should indulge my little habits."

Sophie’s heart was pounding. "Can’t we wait until tonight? There are still a lot of guests downstairs. What if someone comes up..."

"The door is closed. What’s there to be afraid of?"

The words had barely left his lips when the bedroom door was suddenly thrown open.

"Alaric, Counsel Garland is calling for you to come downstairs for cards!"

The person who burst into the room was one of the rich young masters from the wedding procession, the same profligate heir who’d celebrated his birthday at the club—Oscar Lynch, the second young master of the Lynch Family.

Seeing the bride and groom on the bed in an intimate position, he instinctively turned around and apologized profusely. "Sorry, I didn’t know you were... My apologies for interrupting."

He turned to flee, but Alaric Blackwood called him back.

The man got off the bed, walked over to Oscar Lynch with a perfectly straight face, pushed him out the door, and followed him out, pulling the door shut behind him.

Sophie lay on the soft, large bed, her heart only starting to calm down after a long while.

She sat up and patted her burning cheeks. Recalling how Alaric had pinned her down and the look in his eyes, a strange fire coursed recklessly through her body.

She felt a little hot, so she went into the bathroom to wash her face. Belatedly, she looked up and saw in the mirror that her makeup was smudged.

With no other choice, she had to contact Anne to come up and touch up her makeup.

"Why is your face so red?"

Anne said as she touched Sophie’s forehead, thinking she had a fever.

Sophie lowered her eyes slightly, saying awkwardly, "I’m fine, just a little hot."

"The temperature in here is fine. The AC isn’t set very high. I’m wearing more than you, and I don’t even feel hot."

Anne didn’t catch her meaning and just found her behavior strange.

Once her makeup was fixed, she couldn’t just hide in the room, so she went downstairs with Anne to greet the guests politely.

As evening fell, the neighbors left, leaving only the Blackwoods and some of Alaric Blackwood’s friends.

Dinner was a lavish spread laid out on two large tables.

Sophie Shaw and Alaric Blackwood sat at the main table. They had already been drinking at the wedding banquet at noon, and in the evening they had a few more drinks with Quentin Blackwood, but they all exercised restraint and didn’t drink too much.

After dinner, the mahjong and card games continued for a while. Around eight o’clock, Alaric Blackwood’s friends started getting rowdy, clamoring to play games.

Sophie Shaw and Alaric Blackwood were surrounded by a few of the rich young masters, the commotion giving them a headache. Alaric gave a wry smile, reached for the blushing Sophie, and hoisted her directly onto his shoulder.

Her body suddenly lifted into the air. Sophie yelped in surprise and patted the man’s solid back.

"Mr. Blackwood, put me down! I can walk on my own."

*SMACK—*

A light slap landed on her bottom.

"What did you just call me?"

She was both embarrassed and annoyed, but she had no choice but to change her address.

"Husband."

Her voice softened, and Jaden and the other young masters following behind became even more boisterous. Someone pulled out a phone to record, some laughed out loud, and another let out a wolf whistle.

Anne was petite, only about five-foot-three, and was left behind by the group of men. She had to jog just to barely keep up.

She shook her head helplessly, looking at the group of rich kids who loved to stir up trouble, feeling a little sorry for her bestie.

She chased them to the upstairs room just in time to see Alaric Blackwood toss Sophie Shaw onto the bed.

The butler came up with several maids, each holding a tray. The trays were filled with props needed for the games, mostly food items.

Jaden had asked the butler to prepare these for the wedding night hazing games.

"First game: Like a Fish in Water."

Jaden raised an eyebrow at Alaric Blackwood and then announced the rules. "The bride holds an ice cube in her mouth and kisses the groom until the ice cube melts."

He was undoubtedly creating a perk for his buddy.

Alaric Blackwood bit his lip, then broke into a smile. "You’re something else, you brat! Trying to mess with me, are you?"

His tone was harsh, but inwardly, he was quite looking forward to the fun little games to come.