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I can’t help but laugh. This man wants to marry me so badly that he’s willing to do it in his lobby with no shoes or shirt on. It sounds like a winner to me.
I just go with it, letting Nolan lead the way. We’re going to get married anyway, so why wait any longer?
“But we need a witness,” the minister says, looking flustered. I can tell this is not his usual gig.
“Hold on,” Nolan says before he rips open the door and runs into the hall.
It’s quiet and awkward standing in front of the minister while we wait for him.
“This is most unusual,” he says as he bites his bottom lip.
“Yeah,” I say with a shrug. “The past twenty-four hours have been pretty unusual, but when life serves you up an amazingly hot guy who’s totally, utterly, head-over-heels in love with you, you gotta go with it and let it ride.”
Nolan comes back with the elevator attendant. He’s gripping his collar and dragging him in.
“But Mr. Cline! I have to stay with the elevator!” he cries as Nolan slams the door.
“There,” Nolan says with a nod. He grabs my hand and stands in front of the minister. “Proceed.”
The minister shakes his head, but starts reading his paper, marrying us.
It’s like a dream. It’s like a fairytale.
I still can’t believe this is my life.
But it’s not a dream. It is real. I’m touching Nolan right now.
And he’s squeezing my hand back.
It’s all a pleasant blur until Nolan says ‘I do,’ and then the minister turns to wait for my answer.
“I do,” I quickly say.
“Then, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
He does.
And when those sweet lips hit me, I know I made the right decision.Chapter NineNolan“I love this song!” Arya screams into my face as the guitarist starts strumming a new melody. “Are you having fun?”
I get a face full of spit as she screams at me over the roar of the crowd and the sound of the band.
“I always have fun with you. You know that.”
She smiles, steps on her toes, and kisses the bottom of my chin before turning around to watch the performance. I wrap my protective arms around her as she sways her sweet body to the song, making me rock hard.
This is not my favorite music and I hate having my girl in a tight crowd where any random fucking guy can brush up against her curves. It makes me grit my teeth knowing that Arya used to come to concerts like these without me. My heart starts pumping angrily when I wonder how many guys ran their hands over her ass or grazed her tits with their arms.
Take it easy, I tell myself. I’m here with her now. Those days of her alone are over.
The singer starts singing in a raspy voice as the drummer joins in and I don’t know if it’s the beautiful song or my beautiful wife in my arms, but the enjoyment comes. My heart swells as I hold Arya tight. I’ve never been this happy before.
Never.
I didn’t even think it was possible. I didn’t think it would ever happen to me. I owe this girl everything.
We’ve been married for three weeks and I already know that it’s going to last a lifetime. My obsession hasn’t waned since the night of the gala, in fact, it’s only grown and deepened as I learn more about her.
She’s teaching me so much and I’m starting to see that there’s life beyond work. And it’s pretty nice.
It hasn’t all gone over smoothly though. Arya moved in with me immediately, which meant that her naked body was between my sheets when I woke up at five AM every morning to go to the office. I haven’t been able to resist it. Not once in three weeks, so I’ve been showing up later, which pissed Westin off.
He was already pissed that I had lost Mr. Brown’s account. Oh yeah, we’re not getting that business back. Not after I gave his classic Shelby GT350 a wax job with Arya’s ass cheeks in front of everyone he knows.
But I don’t care. He can take his hundred million dollars and keep it.
I have my girl in my arms and that’s all I need.
My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding after the show as we walk down the sidewalk hand in hand.
“How did you like your first concert?” she asks with a big smile on her face as she looks up at me.
“I loved it,” I answer, surprised that I’m not having to lie. I love everything when Arya is there. “Can I pay you back for the tickets?”
“Nope,” she says, shaking her head with a smug smile on her sexy lips.
“What about for the beer or for dinner?”
“I told you, it was on me. I wanted to treat you to your first concert.”
