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“Sanna.” Nick frowned with a warning. “If she’s not comfortable…”
“Sorry, Master,” she sighed dejectedly.
“No, I’m sorry, sis,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Yes. I’m going to the club with you.”
Her eyes lit up as a wide grin spread on her lips. “Yesssss,” she hissed, giving a tiny fist pump.
“Thanks for saving me a seat.” Joshua smiled as he pulled out the white wooden chair and eased in beside me.
What the hell? There were four other chairs across the table he could have plopped his Dom-playing ass into, but oh, no…he had to choose that one, right? Shit.
“Everything all right?” Nick asked with a cautious expression.
“Yeah, fine,” Joshua replied with a curt nod.
“It was a beautiful wedding, don’t you think?” Savannah asked, rushing to expunge the sudden tension in the air.
“The only bride more beautiful will be you, kitten.” Dylan winked as he leaned over and placed a tender kiss on Sanna’s lips.
“Oh, Master,” Sanna gushed.
“I don’t know,” Joshua began. “I think Mellie would make a stunning bride as well.”
“Who? Me?” I gasped. He nodded, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, no. No. Marriage is not in my life plan. Not at all.”
“Really?” Joshua looked shocked. “Why not?”
“She’s allergic to monogamy,” Sanna snickered.
“I am not.” I scowled at my sister. “The typical wifely mold doesn’t fit me. I have a business to run, and I travel all the time. What kind of husband wants a wife who’s never home? I wouldn’t even attempt a relationship. It would be next to impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible,” Joshua replied with a shrewd grin.
Thankfully, a roar of cheers and applause interrupted the awkward conversation. Tony and Leagh entered the hall, waving to the crowd as they hurried to the long, oblong table at the front of the room. We stood and clapped in celebration while the rest of the wedding party joined the bride and groom.
After helping Leagh arrange the train of her dress, Tony picked up a microphone and tapped the mesh-covered end, cringing as a scream of feedback squealed from the speakers.
“Oops. Thank you all for coming to share this special day with us.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, son. It’s about damn time,” Tony’s dad cried out from the table next to us, drawing a collective round of laughter.
“I was waiting for the perfect woman, Dad, like you did.” Tony flashed his father a grin before turning a love-struck gaze on Leagh. “And luckily, I found her.”
He bent and kissed his bride, then straightened and smirked. “Let’s eat.” Tony grinned before taking his seat beside Leagh.
A bevy of servers converged around the tables, filling glasses with water and wine, and serving the first of several courses. Throughout the commotion, Joshua’s hot stare kept me riding a rollercoaster of anxiety. I desperately wanted to ask why he hadn’t called. Instead, I popped a crusty piece of bread into my mouth. No matter how I tried to arrange the words in my head, they ended up sounding like a love-sick fool. It didn’t matter—not now—not since I’d discovered he was nothing more than a well-polished player.
Taking a sip of water, I swallowed down the sweet yeasty dough. “So, I assume I should call you Stephen from now on?”
“Master Stephen,” he corrected with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Of course,” I replied dryly. “Master.”
“Do you have a problem with that, little one?” he pressed.
Clenching my teeth together, I exhaled a long, quiet sigh. “Nope,” I replied with a sarcastic pop of my lips.
“I think maybe you do,” he smirked before lifting a glass of wine to his lips and taking a long swallow. “I’ll make you a deal, Mellie. You call me Master Stephen for the rest of the day and when I pick you up for dinner tomorrow night, you can call me by my first name.”
