I set the phone down and look around for those gowns. I walk to the back of the closet and find a rack of dresses. I look through them, touch each one as if they would bring me closer to her.
“Beautiful and talented indeed. I don’t know about sweet, though,” I tsk. “Definitely nosy.”
I pick up the phone and scroll down. There’s a blinking button that says click me, so I do. I nearly drop my phone when I see it.
It’s her in the backless wedding dress with the V-neck. My mouth goes dry when I see her like this. She spins around in it, turns her head, and winks. The dress molds to her body, and I wonder if this is her idea of her perfect wedding dress. Did she make this for her when she designed it?
I find pictures of her friend and cousin modeling other dresses, but I don’t bother looking at them. I’m not interested in them. I return to her. There’s another video; this time, she’s in a veil. She lifts it, purses her lips, and says, ‘I do’ before blowing a kiss at the camera.
I freeze when I see that, and the idea that was planted in my head the day she jumped into my arms takes root. It was just a thought before. A simple fantasy that I didn’t know how to implement, but I had no idea how to run this business when it became my responsibility. Not only did I make that work, but I made it an enterprise all while living in plain sight. I can do this,too.
You might, but you’ll have to deal with a very angry woman.
After everything I’ve been through and built, an angry woman is kids’ stuff.
I run back the video of her in the dress, and when she says I do, I know our fates are sealed.
“Yeah, you definitely will.” I lick my lips at the sight of her plump, cherry-red mouth.
I click the button that says ‘Shop with Me.’ There are a few wedding gowns and several bridesmaid dresses on sale, but the one she modeled is not available, and I wonder why.
I put my phone back in my pocketand leave, knowing full well that I’ll be back.
Chapter 6
Cori
I take a deep breath, open the bathroom door, and stick my head out. The room is empty, so I tiptoe out and put on the pajamas he packed. He neatly folded the clothes and put them on the dresser. I crawl into the bed and sigh. It’s comfortable, and I’ve had a long day. I’ll need my rest so that I can kill him with my bare hands tomorrow. If I wake up before he does, I can stab him in his sleep. Even if they find my DNA in this house, I’m not in any databanks, and no one would ever think of me as a suspect.
I’m barely in bed a minute before the door opens and he comes in. Unlike earlier, he’s completely naked. The open blinds provide enough moonlight for me to see his body. The man is naked perfection etched in brown skin and hard edges. His washboard stomach is begging to be touched. Too bad he’s about to be dead.
He stands in front of me. His dick is huge, the biggest I’ve ever seen, and is already at half-mast. If I didn’t hate him so much, my mouth would water at the sight.
“I sleep naked,” is all he says.
“Go sleep naked somewhere else. Preferably on a bed of red ants.”
He walks away, and I think he’s going to leave, but he goes to the other side of the bed and gets in.
“This is the room my mother uses when she visits.” I want to ignore him, but I can’t let this opportunity pass.
“I don’t give a shit about you or your ugly, bald-headed ass momma,” I toss out.
“Don’t say that. She’s neither ugly nor bald, but she will love you.”
“I hate you both, but I hate her more than you because she birthed you. She should have swallowed.”
“Don’t talk about my mother that way. She doesn’t deserve it.”
“I don’t deserve to be held against my will. On second thought, she should have spit you out.”
“I said don’t disrespect my mother,” he snaps.
“Fuck you both.”
“You’re the one who just got fucked, Bella.”
“That’s what you think. Sleep well because I’m going to get you back for this when you least see it coming.”
