zipper on the side and isn’t a real corset or I could have never gotten it on. My feet feel a little better today and I decide to chance wearing the red pair of heels I brought. My hair hangs straight down my back, and I spent forever perfecting the perfect smokey eye.
Taking a deep breath I open the bathroom door and see him standing with his back to me. He is one of the groomsmen, and thankfully Lizzie didn’t go too crazy with the wedding attire. His black dress pants look great, especially with the way they hug his ass. I see his hands moving and assume he is buttoning up the white dress shirt she required them to wear. Taking a couple steps, my heels click on the marble floor.
When Twisted turns toward me his hands pause on the top button that they were fastening. “Shit.” He looks at his watch before a pained expression crosses his face. “Is it bad to be late to these things?” With a couple steps his hands are on my waist pulling me against him. “I don’t know if I can leave right now without having you.” His lips press against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He is so dominant and powerful. Usually this is something that would have turned me off and made me run, but I can’t get enough of it. “You look gorgeous.”
My eyes open meeting his. I don’t move for a minute, lost in the fact that a statement as simple as that has me softening to him in a way I haven’t with anyone before. I’ve been called hot, sexy, and much worse. Gorgeous? Never.
“Unfortunately we have to go. We might need to sneak back here before the party though.” His hands slide down my body until they cup my ass. I lean up kissing him again. “Okay, we really need to leave.” He steps back taking another look at me. “Jesus, woman, you even going to be able to get out of that?”
“I guess we’ll have to see.” I wink at him as I walk toward the door.
Lizzie’s wedding is on the beach with rows of white chairs lined up and a decorated white lattice archway. I sit down in one of the first few rows. Twisted gives me a quick kiss before walking up front and standing next to the other groomsmen. Even though they are all dressed the same, he stands out. I can’t help but laugh at how uncomfortable he looks.
Soft music starts to play and everyone turns to see Lizzie. She looks beautiful in her silk dress that clings to her body as she walks down the small makeshift aisle. The back of the dress is a deep plunging V. As I watch the ceremony my eyes start to well with tears. I am realizing that this is something I won’t ever get to have. Being able to marry the person that you love in front of people who love you. It’s just something that isn’t in my future and seeing it dangled in front of me hurts.
I snap out of it as everyone around me begins clapping. Looking up I see Scott dipping Lizzie as they kiss. They walk down the aisle both of them beaming and I can't help but smile at how happy they are. The bridal party walks down the aisle and I grimace with irritation as I see the girl walking with Twisted. She looks up at him, batting her obviously fake lashes, as she sways her hips brushing against him every time she does. This girl must have a death wish.
Once they all retreat, the rest of us follow the coordinator into a large open room. Looking at the seating chart I find my name and head to my assigned table. Everyone is talking and carrying on conversations but I don’t know anyone, and I grow more uncomfortable as time passes. I decide to turn my phone on and check my messages. If I don’t open them, the phone company doesn’t charge me, plus I have nothing else to do. As my phone connects, the series of dings from missed messages create a symphony. With each one popping up, my anxiety grows. I don’t have to open them because the preview shows me enough.
Dad: Lunch tomorrow at the diner, 12pm.
Dad: Where are you?
Dad: How dare you stand me up, you little bitch. Call me now or I fucking
Taking a deep breath I open the bathroom door and see him standing with his back to me. He is one of the groomsmen, and thankfully Lizzie didn’t go too crazy with the wedding attire. His black dress pants look great, especially with the way they hug his ass. I see his hands moving and assume he is buttoning up the white dress shirt she required them to wear. Taking a couple steps, my heels click on the marble floor.
When Twisted turns toward me his hands pause on the top button that they were fastening. “Shit.” He looks at his watch before a pained expression crosses his face. “Is it bad to be late to these things?” With a couple steps his hands are on my waist pulling me against him. “I don’t know if I can leave right now without having you.” His lips press against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He is so dominant and powerful. Usually this is something that would have turned me off and made me run, but I can’t get enough of it. “You look gorgeous.”
My eyes open meeting his. I don’t move for a minute, lost in the fact that a statement as simple as that has me softening to him in a way I haven’t with anyone before. I’ve been called hot, sexy, and much worse. Gorgeous? Never.
“Unfortunately we have to go. We might need to sneak back here before the party though.” His hands slide down my body until they cup my ass. I lean up kissing him again. “Okay, we really need to leave.” He steps back taking another look at me. “Jesus, woman, you even going to be able to get out of that?”
“I guess we’ll have to see.” I wink at him as I walk toward the door.
Lizzie’s wedding is on the beach with rows of white chairs lined up and a decorated white lattice archway. I sit down in one of the first few rows. Twisted gives me a quick kiss before walking up front and standing next to the other groomsmen. Even though they are all dressed the same, he stands out. I can’t help but laugh at how uncomfortable he looks.
Soft music starts to play and everyone turns to see Lizzie. She looks beautiful in her silk dress that clings to her body as she walks down the small makeshift aisle. The back of the dress is a deep plunging V. As I watch the ceremony my eyes start to well with tears. I am realizing that this is something I won’t ever get to have. Being able to marry the person that you love in front of people who love you. It’s just something that isn’t in my future and seeing it dangled in front of me hurts.
I snap out of it as everyone around me begins clapping. Looking up I see Scott dipping Lizzie as they kiss. They walk down the aisle both of them beaming and I can't help but smile at how happy they are. The bridal party walks down the aisle and I grimace with irritation as I see the girl walking with Twisted. She looks up at him, batting her obviously fake lashes, as she sways her hips brushing against him every time she does. This girl must have a death wish.
Once they all retreat, the rest of us follow the coordinator into a large open room. Looking at the seating chart I find my name and head to my assigned table. Everyone is talking and carrying on conversations but I don’t know anyone, and I grow more uncomfortable as time passes. I decide to turn my phone on and check my messages. If I don’t open them, the phone company doesn’t charge me, plus I have nothing else to do. As my phone connects, the series of dings from missed messages create a symphony. With each one popping up, my anxiety grows. I don’t have to open them because the preview shows me enough.
Dad: Lunch tomorrow at the diner, 12pm.
Dad: Where are you?
Dad: How dare you stand me up, you little bitch. Call me now or I fucking
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