Dirty Wedding Read Online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 97574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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Looking at a photo of the two of us smiling at my ring clad hand.

"You could send it to your sister," he says.

"Should I?"

"She's your sister."

I want to tell her. I want to tell her now. But—"She's studying for finals."

"It's okay if you want it to be yours for a while."

Is that it? That I want it to be mine?

Or am I afraid of what she'll say?

I don't have to lie to her. Not really.

She might ask questions when I tell her he proposed after he fucked me, but they'll be questions about sex.

"Tuesday," I say. "After her last final."

"Does that mean I get you here until Tuesday?"

"What are you offering?"

He smiles. "Don't tempt me to delay dinner any further."

"Don't tempt me to tempt you."

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a soft kiss.

My lips part.

His tongue slips into my mouth.

My body melts into his.

Yes. I can stay here until Tuesday. I can stay here forever.

I pull back with a sigh. "The weekend maybe. I need her to get used to the idea of me not being around."

"Indie, I hate to break it to you, but she's dying to get you out of her hair."

"She is?"

He nods. Grabs my coat. Leads me out of the apartment. "She's an eighteen-year-old girl who always has her older sister keeping her in line."

That's true.

"She wants to invite a boy into her room, drink cheap liquor, play music too loud."

"You're not encouraging me to stay."

"You'll have to let her go soon."

"I know." I press my lips together. "I just don't know how."

We have dinner at a quiet restaurant.

No photographers to capture our moment.

No paparazzi.

No one looking at us, really. No more than the usual.

He teases me that it's because I turn heads.

Maybe it's true.

Maybe it's us.

I don't know. Or care. I just want to stare into his eyes and trade stories about family all night.

It's perfect.

And it's mine.

We go back to his place. Fuck against the wall. Fall asleep in his bed.

Our bed.

I get home after Sienna's already left for school.

There's a note for me on the table.

Good work getting laid! I'll be at the library until ten, so feel free to bring your festivities home.

Love you.

Hate AP Gov.

- Sienna

I hold the note to my chest. I love her so much. I need, so badly, for her to be okay.

And she is.

She's smart and bold and funny and strong.

She’s on her way to a great future.

She doesn't need me anymore. Not the same way she did when we were kids. When we lost Mom to grief, and I had to pick up the pieces.

When I had to get the groceries, cook our dinners, make sure she studied and made it to school on time and had enough so she could play soccer.

That was her way out. A scholarship.

If Ty hadn't stepped in—

She might have dropped out of NYU. Asked a school that gave her a full ride to reconsider, even though she'd missed the deadline.

Moved to Florida or California or Boston.

Maybe that's better for her.

But it's not better for me.

I tape her note to the fridge, go to my bedroom, pick up my guitar.

I have to take off the ring. It's too heavy. I'm too out of practice.

But when I close my eyes, and press my fingers to the strings, I slip back into scales.

Chord progressions.

Songs.

I don't sing. I'm not there yet.

But I manage this.

For a few songs, everything crashes into me. My dad laughing as he turned down You Oughta Know.

Smiling as he asked my mom to dance.

The two of them in the living room, dancing to Marvin Gaye, giggling like teenagers.

The three of us—me, Sienna, mom—at my cousin's wedding. Mom bursting into tears when their wedding song played.

As Time Goes By.

The song from Casablanca.

We couldn't watch it after he died.

I put my guitar down. Fix a cup of tea. Put on the classic film.

It still feels like home. Like a home that will never be the same.

Maybe that's life. Growing up. Leaving my parents' home. Finding my own.

But it hurts.

It really fucking hurts.

So I keep my engagement ring in my drawer.

And I don't tell Sienna anything when she gets home.

Because she has finals. Because I can't distract her.

Because I can't say goodbye to the home we've made yet.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Ty

All day, I think about Indigo.

The sound of her groan, the taste of her lips, the feel of her nails against my back.

The sweet sight of her smile lighting up her deep blue eyes.

That is real.

I do want to marry her. So what if my motives aren't entirely romantic?

I repeat the mantra again and again as I head to dinner.

This is real enough.

I want her.

I care about her.

I need her.

Tonight, I'm forgetting the other details. They're gone.

We're two people who want each other.

It's that simple.

My shoulders relax as I move into the restaurant. It's a familiar space. One of Ian's favorites. Because of the fantastic gin selection and the strong drinks.



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