If I play my cards right, I’ll get her to work for me as my assistant so she can go with me everywhere. I grin, liking that idea too much. I would never get any work done with her so near, driving my cock mad, stopping to fuck her every time we were alone. But I won’t be getting any work done without her.
Sebastian shifts in his seat in the front row, and my grin drops. He’s under strict instructions to not fuck up today. I don’t know whether to thank him for running over Larkyn or to kill him. He’s the reason I’m getting married right now. But he’s also the reason Larkyn’s pissed at me and might back out. I had to fix another one of his fucking problems the night I walked out on her, just like I always do. He’s got one year to get his shit together; after that, I’m done helping him.
The music changes, and I turn my attention down the long aisle lined with flowers. The doors open, and Serena starts walking in a lavender dress. It’s a good sign seeing her smiling and winking at me. Her hair is swept to the side in defined dark curls.
When she gets to me, I ask, “Is Larkyn here? How is she?”
She smiles. “Look for yourself.”
I swivel my head as the main doors close, then reopen with a new song. Larkyn is standing there, on the arm of her father.
I exhale for the first time in minutes. Her father came and is walking her down the aisle. He better have after the lecture I gave him. But I don’t give a damn about him right now.
All I can focus on is the goddess floating toward me. Larkyn isn’t wearing a giant expensive dress. It’s a simple, understated dress. Spaghetti straps hug her shoulders, lace covers the bodice, and chevron fabric hangs down from her chest. Compared to everything else in the room, she looks simple. There is no way she spent much money on the dress. But she looks even more stunning because she isn’t over the top. She’s just herself. Hair down and curled. No veil, only a few white flowers in her hair. And flat shoes.
I grin. At least she listened to one of my requests. I won’t have to worry about her falling and injuring herself every second of the reception.
Larkyn and her father stop a foot from me. He gives me a stern look before holding out his daughter’s hand to me. I take it, without giving a shit about the man who has treated his daughter like crap for the last twenty years.
“You look like an angel. So beautiful,” I croak out, my voice breaking because it’s so dry from gaping at her.
She blushes. “I used my own money to buy the dress. I wanted something that was mine to wear. I hope it’s enough.”
My eyes widen. “It’s more than enough.” I kiss her gently on the cheek.
“You still pissed at me?” I ask.
She licks her lips as her eyes tear through my tuxedo. “I can’t stay mad at you, no matter how hard I try.”
I smirk. “Good, because I really need the hot wedding sex tonight. This week has been torture for me.”
She bites her lip. “Me too.”
Damn, that’s sexy.
“You ready?” I ask, eyeing the impatient minister out of the corner of my eye.
She smirks. “Yes.”
We’re married.
I’m not sure it has sunk in yet, but the ring on my finger tells me otherwise. And the look in my bride’s eyes tells me it’s true.
“You got me a simple ring,” Larkyn says, holding up the plain gold band I bought her to serve as her wedding ring. “Does that mean I don’t have to wear the enormous engagement ring all the time??
?
My lips thin a little. The engagement ring has a lot of sentimental value to me. I’d love for her to wear it always, although I know it’s not realistic for her to. It’s too big and doesn’t fit her style. I should tell her why the ring means so much to me, and why I want her to wear it, but I’m not ready to share my story, yet.
I kiss her hand where both rings rest as we sit in the backseat of a limo on the way to my house. I thought about getting a hotel room for the night, but I don’t want her in a hotel room. I want her at my house where she belongs.
“You only have to wear it to parties or events you attend with me.“
She relaxes her head on my shoulder. “We need to get a safe for it when I’m not wearing it, so I don’t lose it.”
I kiss the top of her head. My life is perfect. Everyone believed our wedding to be real. No woman hit on me at the reception. In fact, most of the single woman tried to give me a wide berth when walking near me. Larkyn’s family seemed to believe what we have is real. Her father even appeared a bit proud when he looked at Larkyn, though he will never admit it to her.
“So are you whisking me to an exotic place for our honeymoon?” she asks, yawning.