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“It’s beautiful, thank you. I love it.”
“I hope that man of yours loves it too.” Her peach-painted lips curve into a smile.
“He will.” Before I leave, she hands me a pack of waterproof bandages to protect my tattoo from the sun and sea on my honeymoon and explains the importance of keeping it dry. I pay and exit the shop where my three security guards wait for me. When Thomas opens the door for me, I thank them for allowing me my privacy, and they nod. Now I just have to make sure my surprise will be undetected, which is easy since my period is due tomorrow.
***
I heat the meal Stephanie prepared for us, and my humming stops when I spot Damien leaning on the door frame, smiling. Those eyes shine with endless love and it undoes me. I jump, and he catches me in his arms.
“Hungry?” I ask. He nods and draws his lower lip through his teeth.
“But not that kind of hunger.”
When I bend to load the plates in the dishwasher, Damien rubs himself on me. Too bad for him, but he will have to wait. I turn around and rest my palms on his chest.
“Baby, I have my period.” His head drops on my shoulder, and he locks his arms around my stomach.
“Isn’t it due tomorrow?”
This man, his attentiveness is both a blessing and a curse.
“I have cramps.”
He places a tender kiss on my neck and caresses my stomach. At his sweet gesture, my heart leaps from all the love invading my core.
“One week, baby. Afterward, I’m all yours.”
“I’ll get a heating pad.”
“Thank you, you’re the best.”
It will be a long and exhausting week trying to remain covered as I watch him step back and disappear through the door.
Chapter Thirty-One
BRIA
I am on a mission with a high degree of difficulty and one that raises many questions.
Why are you wearing pajama pants, Bria? Are you cold? I’ll turn up the heat.
The best was when he asked why I locked the door to the bathroom. So, I covered myself in bubbles. Not even X-rays could penetrate them. By the end of the week, I’m exhausted, but happy I managed to keep Damien from seeing me fully undressed all week.
Tonight, we’re spending the night apart—I’m with the girls, he’s with the boys—since neither of us wanted a traditional bachelor or bachelorette party. I finish applying my makeup when Damien steps inside the room, draws me into his arms, and then places his chin in the valley of my neck.
“Why did we agree to do this again?” he pouts.
I extract myself from his embrace and change into a simple black cocktail dress while Damien puts on a casual jacket and black jeans. Our friends and family arrive right on time thankfully. With the hunger in Damien’s eyes me, I couldn’t have stopped him from undressing me this time.
We part ways with a long kiss while Sophia drags me away.
The girls take me to a club downtown, and before we enter, Sarah puts a wedding veil on my head. I try to protest, but her eyebrows rise in a challenge halt me. The girls unbutton their jackets and all three wear black T-shirts with shimmering white “Bridesmaid” printed on the back. Inside the club, “Bride to Be” balloons hang in our corner and everyone who passes by stops to congratulate me, and I catch myself smiling every time. I’m having so much fun, I even ignore the three guards accompanying us as they keep their distance. Still, it’s hard to forget I need them in the first place.
“I can’t believe you fooled my brother for a week. You’re a master in disguise.” She bows, and we laugh.
“The more I tried to keep my clothes on, the more he wanted to peel them off me.”
Both Sarah and Chloe snort laugh. It’s everything but funny.
