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He shakes his head, looking at me thoughtfully. “You’re something else, that’s for sure.”
“Are you worried about me, lover boy?” I tilt my head to the side, meeting his gaze. He’s being playful, but I can see the worry in his eyes. The same thing I see when I look at Lya. They think this is a mistake, and to be honest, I’m not convinced yet that it’s not.
“Just don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“Trust me, this is the best choice for me.” I give him a stern look, but it’s more meant to convince myself. To remind myself that I’m getting away from Zayan by making this deal with Marnix.
“If you say so.” He shrugs, holding out his arm so I can loop mine with his. “Shall we?”
The music begins to play, and I drag my eyes down the aisle, my breath hitching at what I see. Standing at the altar are Marnix, Cohutta, and Rush. The three fucking gods who occupied my dreams last night.
My gaze rakes over Marnix first. He’s wearing a tailor-made black suit, matched with a black bowtie. The sleeves of his jacket perfectly mold to his muscles in a way that makes me want to rip it off him and lick every inch of his skin. His dark hair is slicked back, his face is perfectly shaved, and I can see the haunting, icy blue color of his eyes from here as his heated stare travels down my body. He looks like sin, like the devil himself.
Standing next to him, Cohutta wears a similar black suit, looking like he stepped right off the runway. His tattoos barely peek out from under his cuffs and the collar of his shirt. I know exactly what his beautiful art looks like underneath, which makes it so much hotter. I’m practically drooling like an idiot right now. His eyes are fixed on me, looking hungry, like he’s ready to attack.
Rush is next. His face is void of emotion, but I can see something deeper and darker lingering in his eyes. His mocha skin looks so fucking delicious against the dark ensemble of his tuxedo, with those fresh curls sitting on top of his head, looking messy and tamed all at the same time. Like he expertly styled them that way. His large, rugged frame is divine in a tux.
I’ve come to learn that Rush has been close with Marnix for a while now, making him much more than just a bodyguard for me. Marnix tried to play it off like he put Rush in the wedding to be close to us in case something went south—whatever that means—but I know it’s because he’s got a soft spot for Rush.
My ankles begin to wobble in my heels as I get closer to Marnix. Thiago’s attention turns to me, and I give him a soft, reassuring smile, continuing with my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Every step I take is another step closer to sealing my fate. To giving myself to a man who promises to push my buttons at every turn.
