“I can’t,” her companion groans.
My stomach bottoms out at his voice.
“I’m marrying Jude. This has to stop, Kels.”
“She’s not even a doctor. She works in an office,” Kelly snips. “You have nothing in common.”
“She’s brilliant at what she does. And I’m close to her father. I can’t jeopardize that. I love her, and I’m marrying her. But you…” he murmurs. “You’re special to me. You know that.”
Kelly huffs at his response, then her head disappears behind the giant plant before bobbing back out again.
The lip-smacking sound starts again.
“Fuck, I’m close…” Callum’s hand threads into her hair as he forces her to suck on his dick faster.
“Just once more inside me,” she pants, pulling back and standing.
Her arm moves back and forth, and a low lust-filled groan accompanies it.
My knees buckle as my bridesmaid jerks off my fiancé in front of me.
“Fuck it,” Callum mumbles.
He spins her, his handsome face coming into view for less than a second before he buries it in her neck and reaches under her dress, tugging her panties down.
“Yes,” she moans, ripping down his zipper and letting out a happy yelp as he lifts her into his arms and slams her back against the wall.
They’re hidden by the plant again.
Its leaves shake, and the sound of them kissing floors me like a tsunami.
His husky moan of her name as he thrusts inside her is the last thing I hear before my thundering pulse takes over my ears.
I wrench the diamond earrings out and hurl them around the corner of the wall.
They hit the plant pot with alarming precision, piercing the air with a high-pitched clang.
2
JUDE
“What didyou pack in this thing?” Mel mutters as she helps me drag my giant suitcase into the hotel reception area.
A fifteen-hour flight from New York to Cape Town, a bumpy taxi ride, and heat that’s making my T-shirt stick to me like glue, has me wiping my brow with the back of my hand as I puff out an answer.
“Fury, a whole host of self-deprecating, ‘how did I not see it? I’m an idiot’, questions… oh, and a murder plan.”
Her face falls. “Callum’s a shithead.”
“He is,” I agree.
“You had a lucky escape.”
“I know,” I murmur, wishing I wasn’t overcome with extreme embarrassment that makes my stomach churn every time I think about it.
“Jude! Wait! It’s not what you think.”
Callum races after me, tucking himself back into his pants.
