Chapter Five
Grayson
The auditorium is packed with people. Everyone loves these ceremonies because, oftentimes, this will be the first time these people meet. Their connection is instant and solidifies that the test is working wonderfully.
I change into a simple pair of jeans and a nice shirt. I think it’s important that I show who I am right away, which is simple. I might wear an expensive suit, but I’d prefer my jeans and T-shirts over all of it.
“You ready?” Adam asks as he comes backstage where the other dominants are.
“You’ve seen the pairings, haven’t you?” I ask.
“I have,” he says simply.
“Who is she matched with?”
“You don’t want to know who you are matched with?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t need to prepare for that. I’d like to know who I am going to have to watch fuck her, though,” I say with far more aggression in my voice than I intended.
“Aw, shit. Time to go. Bye,” Adam says with a smile as he walks away. I shake my head at him and focus on Adrian Santos at the podium. When he puts his hand up, everyone goes silent.
“Welcome, everyone. I want to welcome everyone tonight for our next round of marriage ceremonies. This is through the anonymous marriage pact program, where members sign up to take a test and have their perfect match picked for them based on the results,” he says.
“I want to remind everyone of the rules. First, the decision is final. You cannot retake the test to get a different result. You will not be placed with someone unless they are your perfect match. We have had nothing but success out of the marriages thus far, but understand that your match might be from a family you see as a rival. You might know this person, or maybe not. They could be a coworker, a neighbor, a friend… The Dove Institute does not condone outside individuals interfering in the matching process. If you are caught trying to harm anyone or prevent a match from staying together, there will be severe consequences. Furthermore, this is a consensual act. Anyone can change their mind, but you may not have a public ceremony that will be recognized by the institute. We believe strongly in this testing procedure, so we will uphold this rule indefinitely.”
“We have a special pairing happening tonight. The creator of this amazing test, Mr. Grayson Torres, is being matched tonight to his ideal submissive. You might be familiar with his scenes at The Void, so you can certainly look forward to seeing more scenes with his wife,” Alania Santos, Adrian’s wife, says.
“If all of our dominants and submissives can take the stage, we will begin.”
I walk out with the other dominants and immediately look for Milly among the submissives.
Our eyes meet, and a beautiful blush fills her face.
She looks absolutely stunning tonight. She doesn’t look out into the crowd, but I do.
Greg is staring at her like he is going to stomp up on stage and drag her away.
I glance over at Adam, and he is standing guard on that side.
Good. I know Adam will keep him away from her.
“Alright, why don’t we start with you, Grayson?” Alania says with a smile. I grunt in disapproval, and she laughs. I really shouldn’t, but I look over at Milly, and she looks so fucking sad; it breaks my heart. I walk up to the altar where I will eventually fuck my new wife, and wait for the name.
Brentley hands her a sealed envelope with my name on the front of it, and I want to walk over there and rip it up. I don’t want to hurt Milly like this. The moment I realized she was going to be here today, I should have postponed.
“Remember, we will call all of the names, and then the ceremony will begin with Dr. Torres going last,” Brentley says to us on stage.
Alania pulls the card out and smiles. “Grayson Torres, your perfect match, and bride-to-be is…”