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The vows were beautiful, the bride looks gorgeous, the cake was delicious and the speeches were appropriate. The fact that Mick gave one of those speeches, and it was appropriate, is a bigger feat than pulling off the wedding itself.
I don’t know why I didn’t talk to Mick earlier today when I saw him at the house. I had the chance, but didn’t because I am such a freaking chicken. The longer I take to tell him the worse it will be for all of us. Besides, how long do I think I can keep Ireland quiet? The fact that Mick was busy unpacking from hunting, and then having to head out to be with Wesley on his wedding day was my excuse. I was distracting Ireland with getting ready to go to my mom’s and I’m sure this is the only reason Ireland didn’t tell him all about her week. I did manage to fill him in on the latest threats from earlier in the week and that Jonathan was a big help, but that is where I left it.
Now, he’s busy with all of his wedding duties and trying to hook up with some Amber chick, that Alex is setting him up with. Not sure why Alex would set somebody up with Mick, she must not like this Amber girl too much. I keep telling myself he’s busy and I’ll talk to him later. Man, I need to grow the hell up and tell my big brother about Jonathan. Time to stop with all of the lame excuses.
I think all of this as I adjust my dress and leave the stall I’m in. At the same time, I hear voices coming from the lounge area of the bathroom. Washing my hands, I can hear Courtney and her merry band of whores talking up a storm, but I don’t really pay attention until I hear Jonathan’s name. This hotel bathroom is so big that she has no idea I’m in here. To tell you the truth, I don’t think it would matter to her one little bit if she knew I could hear her.
One of her merry little whores says, “Jonathan Kelly is looking fine tonight. I thought he was your latest mission, Court. Looks like he’s here with Emily Jacobs. They seem pretty close.”
“Oh please, she’s a single mom with baggage and Mick will never let that shit happen. He’s mine. I just need to remind him of that. I think he’s forgotten how good a night with me can be. By the end of the night, though, I’ll make sure he remembers.”
On that note, I dry my hands, touch up my lipstick and then saunter my way through the sea of skanks in the lounge. They all look shocked, except for Courtney. I just wave over my shoulder at them as I pass by and say, “Have a nice night, ladies.”
When I arrive back to the table dancing is in full effect. Jonathan doesn’t even let me sit down before dragging me out on the dance floor. The first song that we dance to is slow, and at first he holds me without pressing our bodies together. I can tell he’s trying to be a gentleman and be as discreet as possible. When the next song comes on it is another slow one, and I can’t help but press in closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder. It’s the most natural thing for me to do. I feel like I can’t get close enough to him. I would crawl inside him if I could. He just brings me such comfort and calm. I don’t think I will ever get enough.
After the second slow song, the Sister Sledge classic, We Are Family comes on, Cami joins us and now everybody is on the floor. We’re all having a great time, but I lose sight of Jonathan by the time the song ends.
When the next song starts and it’s Somebody by Natalie La Rosa, I squeal like Ireland does when she gets a new toy. I see Jonathan, who looks like he was about to head back to our table, stop in his track, turn around and head back my way with a huge smile on his face. He knows this is my favorite song and he’s not gonna leave me hanging. As he shakes his ass back across the dance floor to me I turn back around to dance with Cami. A second before I feel his hands on me, her eyes sparkle and she gets a silly grin on her face.
I feel his hands on my hips as he starts to sway in time to the slow—but not too slow—sexy rhythm of the song. My body just naturally sways with him. The song is sultry and sexy, and our movements match the song. I can’t help myself when I press against Jonathan’s hard body, dragging my hands up around his neck and into his hair as we continue swaying in unison to the music. With him still behind me and his hands on my hips, it’s as though we’re the only two people in the room, and the song is being played just for us. I pull myself away from his hardness to do a little circle in front of him while I continue to shake my ass to the music. After my flirty little spin, I put my arms around his neck and straddle one of his legs. I know he can feel the heat I’m radiating on his leg while we move together. Pressed against him like this I can feel just how hard he is, and it’s clear we’re both having the same effect on each other. It’s that electricity . . . that connection that we have. It’s always there whether we’re touching or not. It feels so good to finally be acting on it. I am so happy to be here with him. He’s like a drug, and I have a serious problem, only I don’t want an intervention. I never want this high to end.
We keep up our dancing and are in our own little world when the song ends. He gives me a little peck on the lips, and then as soon as we start to step away I realize that we have an audience, and we were clearly not as alone as we felt. The first person I see is Courtney. She’s surrounded by her merry band of whores and her mouth is hanging open. I think she realizes her prediction from a little earlier just might not come to fruition after all. At least I hope she does. She would be an idiot not to see that. That’s right, skank! I say in my head as we pass by Court and Co.
I’m feeling a little proud of myself as we walk off the dance floor hand in hand. I feel confident. At least I do until the moment I see Mick across the room.
He is seething.
I drop Jonathan’s hand and speed off across the room in the direction of my big brother. I use these few seconds it takes to get to him to clear my head, and face the realization of what we just did on that dance floor in front of not only Mick, but all of his friends and coworkers. Shit! What was I thinking?
I brace myself, worrying my necklace as I approach Mick’s table. The few people that were sitting with him when I first spotted him have left the table, and it’s just he and I when I approach him.
“So, Emmers . . . is there something you wanna tell me?” Mick seethes. I expected his anger, but here in the moment it shocks me.
Shocked as I am, I play dumb and say, “Mick, we were just dancing. Not sure what you mean?”
“I’m not stupid, Em. And if that was just a dance . . . in public . . . at a wedding . . . then I’m going to kill Kelly right here and now, but I think there was more to it than that. Are you guys together, Em?”
The moment I’ve been dreading is here and I feel myself panic. I feel like I can’t breathe. I don’t know why this is so hard for me, but in the next moment when I could finally break down my last barrier and move on with my life, I fuck it up, just like I always do.
“What? No, Mick! You know I don’t do relationships. He’s just some fun, for now. He’s a really nice guy and I deserve some fun, don’t I?”
Mick looks over my head just as I hear Jonathan practically spit, “Fuck this!” from behind me.
I still and freeze on the spot that I’m standing; too scared to turn around and see the hurt on his face. Hurt on the face of the man who has offered himself to me and my daughter, and has declared that I am his and he is mine. Two minutes ago I couldn’t have been closer to him, and with this one false statement I have ruined it all.
“I think somebody else may have had a different answer to my question, Emmers,” Mick says with a look of anger and pity all rolled up into one.
I slowly turn and see Jonathan’s back retreating through the exit doors. With tears in my eyes, I take off after him as fast as I can in these stupid ass shoes I’m wearing.
I finally catch up to him in the parking garage just as he’s opening the driver’s side door of his truck. I yell his name, and he turns to look at me with nothing but rage etched across his face. It’s a look I’ve never seen on his face before, and one I hope I never see again.
Once he sees me he yells from across the garage. “I cannot believe I did this to myself again. I should have fucking known better. I have never been anything but honest with you. I let you in, and I don’t let anybody in! I have always been honest with you and thought it was clear that I needed that in return. Just last night you lied to me and let me believe I had a chance at happiness. I cannot believe I fucking did this to myself again. My bad, Em. I knew better, didn’t I?”
He slams the truck door and leaves me standing in the parking garage alone and desperate to take back the last five minutes of my life. What the fuck have I done?
Un-thinkable (I’m Ready)
Emily
