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Now Jeanie’s the one trying to control a grin. She locks her arms around my neck and presses the length of her exquisite body against mine. When we connect, my cock responds in anticipation of being nestled between those beautiful silky thighs soon.

“You should also know, I’ve always wanted you, and I was willing to play along with your crazy wedding-wrecking games to spend more time with you. And I admit that I had high hopes of some other less noble activities.”

“Less noble than crashing weddings and stealing a groom?”

“I desperately wanted you scared shirtless.”

Our noses slip over each other’s.

“Shirtless is my best outfit,” Jeanie teases.

“I think I need to see it again—to be sure.”

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Backstabbing Witches

Before dawn, Nathan and I wake to someone banging on our hotel room door. The knocking becomes louder as I roll out of bed and stretch.

Nathan turns away from the commotion and shoves a pillow over his head. Between going to the hospital, making up, and our very kinky, very enlightening make-up sex, we’ve barely slept.

I open the door, ready to yell at someone, but come face-to-face with Sophia. Her puffy red-rimmed eyes make it look like she hasn’t slept all night either, but for another reason.

Oh no.

“Fifi, are you okay?” I ask, concerned.

“Don’t you Fifi me!” Sophia stomps in, her arms swinging.

She’s wearing pink silk pajamas with the words I’M THE BRIDE embroidered on the back. A matching night mask rests on her forehead, holding back a mound of tangled blonde hair. I’ve never seen her this wrecked.

Nathan sits up and rubs his eyes. Thankfully, he’s wearing boxers, but as angry as Sophia is, he could be naked and she wouldn’t notice.

“What happened?” I ask, though I already suspect the cause of her angst.

Roman. The jerk.

Last night I was certain he would never break up with her, regardless of his side-piece action. I thought I had time to give Sophia the bad news gently. Clearly, I’m too late, and he’s already broken her heart.

She paces, her shoulders tightening like her frustration’s building. She pauses, stares at me, and then erupts.

“I know why you’ve been so nice. Roman was right, you came to sabotage my wedding! Nathan isn’t even your real boyfriend!” Sophia swings her arms accusingly in his direction. “Natasha told me everything.”

The blood drains from my body, leaving it ice cold. My head swings to Nathan. He told Natasha the truth for business reasons, and then Natasha ran and told Sophia.

“Oh shit,” Nathan says. He mouths the word sorry, but it’s too late. The damage is done.

“First of all . . .” I hold up my hands.

I’m unsure how to spin this. Any excuse for my bad behavior is a jumbled mess in my head.

I inhale before letting it out. “You’re right. I did want to sabotage the wedding. And yes, Nathan was pretending to be my boyfriend to make Roman jealous. But⁠—”

“You backstabbing witch!” Sophia lunges before I have time to explain the rest of the story.

Slender fingers squeeze my neck, cutting off my air supply. This is not the hand necklace I was dreaming about last night. She angles me toward the dresser, and I bend away, trying to breathe.