Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I moved from my childhood home as soon as I could. I love my mom, but she’s in love with being in love. Once that first rush of the crush fades she’s on to the next. Then we have my best friend Nikki, who wants to be in love so badly we’re crashing weddings to find that for her. She has this beacon that attracts jerks and they flock to her. How could I ever want to find a man and have a relationship when I’m surrounded by people with such an unhealthy look on it?
“Is that what you’re wearing?” She’s not asking to be rude, because I wear a dress every day to work and I’m still in the one I had on this morning.
“Yeah.” I don’t have it in me tonight to do myself up.
A day with the new guy Jack has put me in a crap mood. He’s the new salesmen they hired last week and he’s a major prick. Not only that, he knew I tried to get the same job he applied for and he got it without any past experience. I don’t have some long-lost dream of selling cars, but this is starting to piss me off. They’re never going to let me leave that desk and I’ll forever be answering the phones, stuck in my rut.
Jack is making it worse for me. One second, he’s a stuck-up ass about getting the job over me and the next I think he’s hitting on me. Maybe I’ll have a couple glasses of champagne with my cake tonight to forget about Jack and the promotion I’ll never get.
“I just need to freshen up my hair and makeup.” I yawn, getting up from the sofa.
“Perk up because there’s something is in the air. I can feel it,” she chirps, ready to get a move on.
“That’s the strawberry lemon candle I lit.” I point to the tiny coffee table in the center of our living room.
“Ha ha.” She smacks me on the ass. “Move it.”
I jump up and dart off toward the bathroom. She’s right, I need to get myself together. I don’t want to bring Nikki down with my sour mood. As her best friend, it’s my job to get those dancing hearts over her head back in working order.
It doesn’t take long for me to fix my hair. I was blessed with good hair that has a nice soft curl to it. I put on some quick makeup and add some lip stain this time. I make my way to the closet to find some different shoes, because with Nikki’s dress, I think it’s going to be a dancing night. It always is with her, but I know she’ll be pulling me out there with her if she’s ready for the dance floor.
I find a pair of light blue flats that match my dress and will make it through the night without my feet wanting to die. I grab my purse off my dresser and wonder what kind of cake this wedding will have. I could really go for something heavy like a red velvet. Sometimes there are multiple flavors and that’s when I get the most excited. If they have a groom’s cake it’s never as good, but I always give it a shot.
“You’re thinking about cake, aren’t you?” Nikki breaks into my thoughts as I re-enter the living room ready to go. “You have that dreamy look in your eyes.” She points at me. “That’s how you’re supposed to look at a man.”
Yeah, but dessert won’t break your heart and it fills you with sweetness. It’s better than any orgasm I’ve ever had and I’m sticking with what’s safe. Why break something that isn’t broken? I’ll have my cake and eat it too, even if I have to crash weddings to do it.
Chapter Two
Hank
“Hank! Get in here. You have to help me,” my brother Rich calls from the other room.
I jolt awake in the unfamiliar room and then I remember the two of us stayed in the guest house of the venue last night so that we’d be here to help set up for his wedding first thing. He calls my name again and I can hear the panic in his voice as I jump out of bed and go to find him.
“What’s going on?” I look outside, rubbing my eyes, and see it’s barely even morning. The sun hasn’t fully woken up, so why is he pacing like the world is coming to an end?
“She’s going to call the whole thing off, I just know it.” He’s running his hands through his hair, not looking at me as he strides back and forth across the living room. “You have to fix this.”
He stops and looks at me with pleading eyes and I go to him and put my hands on his shoulders. “Rich, I’m here. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened. You know I’ll do anything I can to make today perfect.”