Page 73 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

Not surprising, there was nothing.

“Kaisen, you’re up,” Cullen called out.

I moved to the back. Cullen was standing on a round pedestal with a younger tailor pinning his pants. I took the tux and went into the dressing room to put it on. Marcus and Liam were in the waiting area bullshitting.

The tailor moved around me, tugging this and pulling on my sleeve. His fingers deftly adjusted the fabric as he muttered measurements under his breath. “Shoulders are perfect,” he said, more to himself than to me, as he stepped back to survey his work. “But we’ll need to take in the waist just a touch.”

I stood stiffly on the pedestal, arms slightly out, feeling like a mannequin. I glanced at the mirror, trying to picture myself at the wedding. Sharp, polished, confident. The kind of guy who didn’t get ghosted by women he cared about.

As I stood there, letting the tailor adjust the fit of my jacket, I overheard a conversation between Marcus and Liam. Their voices were low, but I caught Dorie’s name.

I listened closer.

“You think you can get into her pants during the bachelor weekend?” Liam said. “Dorie’s hot, but she’s way out of your league. I don’t think she likes you.”

“Nah, man.” Marcus laughed. “She’s just a small-town girl. Bet she’d be into it if you played your cards right.”

“You’re saying you don’t mind if I take a shot?” Liam asked.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I fought the urge to say something. Dorie didn’t deserve this. No woman did, but especially not Dorie. I didn’t care that she was ghosting me right then.

“Fuckers,” I hissed and jerked my arm away from the man with needles coming at me.

But before I could intervene, Cullen was already making his way into the waiting room. “Knock it off,” he snapped. “That’s Eliza’s sister you’re talking about. Show some damn respect.”

The guys mumbled apologies, but the damage was done. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of them talking about her like that. Like she was just a piece of ass. Someone to use once and then discard like trash. She was so much more than they realized. They had no idea she was way too good for any of them.

Apparently, she was too good for me as well.

Cullen changed out of his tux and came out of the room holding his phone. “Eliza just texted,” he said. “She and the girls made it to Atlantic City. Dorie’s driving up tomorrow, though. Something came up with the bakery.”

“Really?” I asked. “I thought she was taking her car to the shop?”

Cullen shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Her car is a piece of shit,” I muttered. “She shouldn’t be driving that thing three blocks, let alone fifty miles.”

Cullen chuckled. “Dorie is a very practical person. I don’t think she’d buy a new car even if she won the lottery.”

“It sucks she didn’t get to go with the rest of the party,” I said.

“Yeah, but something tells me she might not be all that sad about it,” Cullen replied.

I finished my fitting and went back to change.

Should I go back to Cape May and talk to her?

I hated to think of her sitting there all alone. She was a big part of this wedding, and she was stuck in Cape May while everyone else was going to be partying.

But she obviously didn’t want to see me. Or talk to me.

I didn’t know what to do, and the uncertainty was driving me crazy. I had never been uncertain about a woman.

Marcus and Liam were taking their turns on the pedestals. Cullen was standing nearby, keeping an eye on them. I liked that he stuck up for her. Someone needed to look out for her.

Why couldn’t it be me?

I pulled out my phone and quickly pulled up the number.

“Hey, It’s Kaisen. Got a minute?”