Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“You’re my little Bun Bun.”
And he just called me our shared dog’s nickname.
At our wedding.
In front of five hundred friends and my ex. Cheers, everyone.
“So friendly, so willing to do anything to please, and so kind to everyone you meet. I feel like that’s where our story started, and this is where it ends, with forever, us together forever. All because you said yes to become the future Mrs. Danish.”
He must see something like murder flicker in my eyes because he momentarily drops my hands and then picks them up again. “I love you.”
I grit my teeth.
“Scarlett?” Adrian looks over at me, his eyes amused. I mean, at least try to hide it! “You can read your vows now.”
“Can I face the audience? It’s really important they understand the depth of my love for Rob.” I smile sweetly, which also causes Adrian’s expression to fall like he knows there will be carnage and I will be bringing it.
“Oh, um sure,” Adrian says under his breath. “I think that might be a blessing for a lot of people.” Adrian clasps his hands together like he is about to start praying. I turn from Rob and smile at the crowd.
Everyone’s smiling right back. I even get a few thumbs up and a hell of a lot of phones held high in the air as if to say, wow happy moment, do your thing, I’m here to record it all!
Oh. I. Will.
I unfold the small paper with perfectly manicured and trembling hands and started to read.
“Rob…” I look back at him quickly. “…this is for you. These words, were so meaningful, they really helped change my life, so I want to say thank you for being so transparent…”
He frowns briefly and says, “That’s beautiful, thank you—”
“Damn, I wish my fiancé knew how to act in bed,” I say in a loud voice, while the crowd gasps. I keep reading. “You’re so hot. Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out. She’s just a wife, she’s not like a mistress. You’re so hot, so sexy. Can you come over tonight? Let me send you a dick pick. I know you love those, though let’s be honest, it doesn’t even fit in the phone, ha-ha.”
I keep reading even though Rob reaches for me.
I jerk away from him just as I hear Adrian mutter, “God be with you, Amen.” Under his breath.
“She doesn’t know. Come on, she majored in communications, you don’t even need college textbooks to ace those classes, plus she looks good and people love her. She never even argues with me, also you know how your dad has networked with a lot of people our company wants to work with. Why do you think I like your backbone? You should come over; she’s gone for the next hour.” Tears stream down my cheeks. “No, I changed the sheets.” My voice cracks on that one. They were sleeping in our bed. Our bed. “She’ll never know you were even here. I even told the maid.” I choke up again. “My mom knows, she caught me texting you on the other phone, but don’t worry, baby, baby, I’ll break up with her once we’re together for a bit and say she wasn’t who I thought she was. Then I’ll marry you, my true love.” I start full on sobbing, hot tears fall like molten lava down my face. “My one and only love.” I shake. “My little Addison.”
My. Little. Sister.
I drop the paper onto the floor and turn to him. His face is so pale he looks sick, his mom is bawling, and his dad’s face is completely red. He jumps to his feet.
I shake my head. I can’t even say any words, so I turn back toward the crowd, hold my head high and say, “Let’s not waste a good party, I’ll be at the reception drinking. Oh, and Addison…” I glare at my stunned sister, my maid of honor, in her beautiful flowing gold dress standing by my side, black mascara sliding down her cheeks. I hand her the bouquet. “Your groom’s waiting.”
I don’t look back.
I walk with my head held high, straight to the bar at the reception right outside the venue and across the hall of the Grand Hotel. I order a double shot of Jack Daniels and then sit to watch the band rehearse.
Killian Stone is the infamous lead singer.
He’s beautiful with wavy messy caramel-colored hair and green eyes that people always speculate are fake.
They’re finishing up their soundcheck. The drummer and other guitarist get up and walk off stage. But the pop rock god is still there, strumming something, smiling down at his instrument.
I toss back my drink and walk toward him, stopping right in front of the stage.
He’s lost in his strumming, then he stops and looks down at me. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting married? I mean, you’re in a…” He frowns. “…beautiful wedding dress. What happened, get cold feet?” He winks.