Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He smirks at me in the mirror, then kisses my shoulder. “That’s okay. I’ll put you back together.”
I don’t expect him to actually do it, but apparently the man is on a mission to see just how much my body can take because he wrings one more orgasm out of my exhausted body.
I turn around and melt into him, needing his strength to stay standing.
He scoops me up bridal style and carries me in to his bed.
I may not know what kind of future awaits us, but I know that tonight, his bed is exactly where I want to be.
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Morning comes far too quickly.
When I wake up tangled in the arms and around the naked body of the man whose brother I thought I was marrying today, it’s like waking up from a dream and landing directly in a pool of ice water.
His body is so beautifully sculpted, I can’t resist one more lingering moment to enjoy the sight. His perfect cock rests against my thigh, like it wanted to be near my pussy even in sleep.
My pussy is so sore today. I’m afraid of waking him up because the man is insatiable, and he seems to be able to trigger that insatiable side of me, too.
As much appetite as I have for the beautiful man sprawled across the bed beside me, I can’t let him fuck me again this morning.
I have a wedding to get to.
I figured Joey would be pissed off and let everyone know the wedding was off, but when I got a text from my maid of honor telling me the stylist will be there soon and asking if I’m on my way yet, I realized he didn’t.
He probably wanted me to have to face the embarrassment and the anger on my own. His parents have paid for most of this wedding since my mom lives paycheck-to-paycheck. I have a job, but I literally just work the counter at a gym, so a wedding—especially one that lives up to Joey’s high standards—was not in my budget.
I bought my own dresses, but everything else…
They’re going to kill me.
I shower quickly and pull on yesterday’s dress. It was a wrinkled mess when I pulled it out of the dryer, but at least it’s clean.
If it can ever be clean again after how filthy it got last night.
I like the dress a lot, but I’ll probably throw it out.
I have other white dresses. In fact, the dress that was meant to be my reception dress will make a nice replacement.
This dress just reminds me of the night my life was ruined, and after facing Penny Peterson’s wrath today, likely a debt I’ll have to take on that it will take me forever to pay off.
She’ll blame me for the breakup no matter what happened, I already know it.
I call an Uber to take me back to my house so I can get my car.
It reminds me of the limo I should have been riding in this afternoon. The way I would have held onto Joey’s arm, clutching my flowers as our friends and families blew bubbles at us, a grin on my face because I’m so happy.
I feel numb on my way to the church. My phone is going off again. Probably Charlotte wanting to know why I’m not there yet.
I don’t even get a chance to check it once I get there.
“Finally!”
Charlotte is pacing outside the church, smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk.
“My god, girl, I know you have a penchant for being late but you are literally going to be late to your own wedding.”
“It was a rough night,” I murmur.
Scowling, she tosses her cigarette and grabs my arm, hauling me to the church doors. “Yeah, the kind of rough where you got plenty of fucking sleep. Look, I’m sorry about the bachelorette party. I completely dropped the ball. I’ve been so worn out lately with the shifts I’ve been working. It’s no excuse, but…”
“It’s fine,” I assure her, and I mean it. I was depressed about it last night, but whether he meant to or not, Marcus gave me one hell of a bachelorette party.
And I’m not a bachelorette anymore.
I swallow, trying to think how to even approach this. What do I even say?
Charlotte hauls me into the bridal suite, and I’m immediately sad because of how lovely it is. There are fresh flowers on the table, a beautiful white silk robe hung up and waiting for me to get ready in. My ceremony gown is hung up with my reception dress right beside it. James wanted me to wear a second dress so I would have something that would be easy to move around in, and the short, off-the-shoulder style I found looked so pretty. It has almost a fairy tale vibe, which I thought was exactly what I wanted for my wedding.