Chain Reaction 2.95: A Dangerous Game

A/N: Slight detour. I realized I'd never had Raina McCullough get married. You remember Raina, right?

Raina McCullough, daughter of jazen's simself and a really hot townie I thought her worthy of. Also older sister to Braydon, the dude Graham tried to set Emily up with.

So, I looked in the townie bin and found this guy:

Axel Silver. Weird hair but oddly charming. He's a romantic.

And I made them have a child:

Oh! Wait! It would be weird for her to already be a teen!

Awwwwwwww! Angelic Audra.

Axel gets a job:

Well, that's enough screwing around with the neighborhood. On with the story!
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Drake

     I move Violet into my house. She agrees with me in that it's an all-around better house more suited to the fabulously wealthy. The Maker would like to say that this is in large part to her pathetic decorating skills. The Franco mansion didn't come furnished. Mine did.

     Violet makes an excellent fiancee. She's very devoted to my physical pleasure. I find out that she was nicknamed 'The Mantis' while still in high school, and it had nothing to do with murder. I never thought women like her existed, that she wants to do that so often, but who am I to say no?

     We get married in a few days. I've invited both my parents to the wedding. However, neither Emily nor Kenneth are coming. Violet especially doesn't want Emily there. I'm a little sad Kenneth can't come. I can't remember his reason, but I do remember it's a good one. Oh. The Maker forgot. Yeah, thanks, Maker.

     Violet pulls off my towel, and I don't think about anything else for a while.

     "Uncle Donovan is looking forward to staying here for a few days," Violet tells me later. 'Uncle Donovan' is Mr. Franco. He's asked that I start calling him that.

     I smirk. "I wonder if that has anything to do with my grandmother being here." Uncle Donovan's face lit up upon hearing that Bella Goth would once again be coming to Eden. Due to being preoccupied, I didn't notice as he flirted heavily with her at Dad's wedding. I know what he's thinking: the widow of the man he admired, the woman Mortimer Goth married. Still, that's my grandmother. Ew.

     Violet laughs. "I think you nailed it right on the head."

     Nail... I think of another connotation of the word, and I turn Violet over and pull up her towel.

     "You're insatiable," she moans.

     I do nothing but moan back as I randomly think about how I'm happy we've signed a prenup. Don't get me wrong: I'm happy with what Violet does for me, but I do not trust the Francos.

     Turns out my assumption about Uncle Donovan was correct. The first night he's here, wearing his bathrobe, he leaves his room on the pretense of making himself a drink. Finding Grandmother, he immediately starts heavily flirting with her. I catch the sound of his mumbled voice and her girlish giggling from where I stand on the balcony outside my bedroom. But I don't want to imagine what they might actually be doing.

     We have a photo session done. This means I see Violet in her dress. I'm not worried about any 'bad luck' bull-plum, though. All I can think is that she looks mouthwatering in that dress. The photographer had a bit too much fun taking her picture, and I wondered for a while if I was going to have to give him a black eye.

     The Maker is happy that the MacBook Sims 4 photography problem appears to be fixed, thrilled she doesn't have to turn off retina display any time she wants to have a sim take a picture.

     My wedding day arrives.

     The Maker had forgotten to change Dad out of his wedding tux as his formal attire, so he shows up in that. She fixes it...and then Mom walks in...

      ...wearing her wedding dress.  The Maker also forgot to fix Mom's formal attire. It would be fine except it's a white dress.

      "Hello, Alex," she says, giving Dad her best eat sh*t look.

      In my peripheral vision, I see Dad nod a greeting. "Laura."

      I sigh. One day, that will be the look Emily gives Dad. But for now, I have to do my duty and marry Violet. 

      "You're looking well," Mom continues, still glowering at her ex-husband. "Having to defend yourself against your father-in-law must mean you have to keep up your physical strength."

      I have to bite my lip to keep from cracking up.

      But Dad won't be one-uped. "You're looking rather well yourself, not a day over twenty-five. I'm glad to see that you've been doing your part to keep plastic surgeons in business."

      "Well, it's a tough world out there for a woman after forty, especially considering men who continue to chase women in their twenties even beyond an age when it's suitable."

      Dad doesn't get to reply with his own comeback because my butler walks in and informs me that they're ready to start the wedding ceremony.

     It's all a blur. Before I know it, I'm married to Violet.

     'This is wrong,' my heart cries as I kiss my new wife. I sigh, knowing it's right. I still suspect Donovan and Violet plan to kill me. I'm playing a dangerous game.

     But for now, this sexy woman is mine, a decent distraction from the pain of losing Emily.

     I smile. "So, does Violet Goth still have a nice ring to it?" I chuckle, remembering our first meeting. She'd wanted me even then.

     She reaches up and touches my cheek. "I knew I'd get you in the end." Then, she playfully kisses my nose. Several of our guests chuckle as I want to strangle her. 

     This has all gone according to her plans. She wanted to snare one of us: my father or myself. She settled on me.

     I hide my emotions and smile at her. Yes, a dangerous game.