Page 28 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“I bet,” I said.

“It’s beautiful,” Kaisen agreed.

“Would you like me to take a picture of the two of you? You make such a lovely couple! It will give you an idea of what you can expect. Your photographer can contact us, and we can set up an evening shoot the night before if you’d like.”

“That’s very generous,” I said, making no move toward the gazebo.

Kaisen handed the man his phone. “Yes, please, a couple of pictures,” Kaisen said.

I looked at him with confusion, but he ignored it. He practically dragged me to the gazebo and pulled me against him. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. I froze, my heart racing.

“Perfect,” the director said.

“What are you doing?” I asked through a tight smile.

“Look at the camera,” Kaisen said.

“Now turn to look at each other,” the director said. “Yes! Just like that. You two look so in love.”

I forced a wobbly smile, my cheeks burning. Kaisen, on the other hand, looked completely at ease, his smirk firmly in place. He was loving this.

“I’m sorry,” the director said, handing Kaisen his phone back. “I need to take a call. Enjoy the view.”

He pulled out his ringing phone and walked away.

The second he was out of earshot, I turned to Kaisen, my eyes narrowing. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed, pulling away from him.

He shrugged, his smirk never wavering. “It was easier to play along. If we’d corrected him, Cullen would’ve been fined for missing the appointment. This way, we avoid the hassle. No harm, no foul.”

I glared at him. “You could’ve warned me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny that his explanation made sense. Still, I was annoyed—not so much at Kaisen but at Eliza. She was off gallivanting down the eastern seaboard, leaving us to deal with the grunt work. It was so typical of her, and it grated on my nerves.

“You don’t think he’s going to notice we’re not Cullen and Eliza on the day of the wedding?”

Kaisen shrugged. “By then, it’ll be too late.”

“All because those two decided to take a pre-honeymoon,” I muttered.

“Come on, it’s not that bad, is it?” he said with a laugh. “I didn’t full on kiss you.”

“If you had, you’d be flat on your back looking up at the sky.”

“Feisty. I like that.” Kaisen pulled up the pictures on his phone. “Nice.”

“Delete those,” I said.

“Nope.”

I didn’t get the chance to say anything more.

“Alright, why don’t we head back?” the director said. “I’ll get you the brochure and such.”

Kaisen reached for my hand once again. I didn’t bother trying to pull away. We were in the story now. To correct him at this point would just be silly.

The director handed us a packet of information, still gushing about what a “perfect couple” we were.