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“Bexley, enough!” I cry. “Let me explain. At least give him a minute to put some clothes on?”
“That would be a very good idea.” David is there too, his expression thunderous as he stands behind Bexley like a body guard. “I trusted you, dude,” he says mournfully to Mase. “You took advantage of her.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong!”
Bexley slaps up a hand to quiet Mase and finally turns furious eyes to me. “This isn’t you,” she accuses. “What has he done to you? There arepictures!” She holds up her phone, hand shaking. “It looks like awedding chapel.”
Pictures. Wedding chapel. Of Mase and me.
“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out,” I sputter.
“It’s true?” Anger flips to shock on Bexley’s face, then to disappointment. “Youmarriedhim?”
It’s the disappointment that stabs me like a knife. “I was going to tell you today.” This isnothow I wanted this to happen—with Bexley so very angry, with me on the defensive even though I did nothing wrong.
Not to mention the whole naked part of it.
“You married Mase?” This time disgust coats Bexley’s words like slime.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” I say. “But yes. I did.” I drop a corner of the sheet, and it dips down to reveal more of me than I would like. David gasps and steps back as I find Mase’s hand. “I married Mase Friday night. We got married.”
“Jeezus, no!” Bexley shouts.
“Saturday morning, actually,” Mase corrects, his fingers tightening on mine.
But it’s Bexley I watch as she looks at the picture on her phone and back to me with eyes cold with disappointment and anger. “How could you?”
“Bexley, give me a minute…”
“I’m not giving you anything. You got married duringmyengagement party. This weekend was about Grayson and me.” She points an accusing finger at Mase. “Hegave us the weekend and you married him? What the—?”
“Bexley, wait….”
Her face crumples; my strong, supportive Bexley is about to cry, all because of me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Bexley—”
It’s no use—she pushes past Biba in the doorway and out of the room. The door to the suite slams behind her.
“How could you do that to her?” David demands. With an about-face, he goes after Bexley and with an inscrutable expression, Biba follows.
The silence is deafening, sucking away the last ounce of my happiness.
“That’s not good,” Mase mutters.
Mase
Fionaburstsintotears.
“Jeezus,” I mutter, along with a string of words that should never be spoken in polite company. “Fee…”
Fiona buries her face in her hands as she cries her earlier happy laughter having vanished into… guilt? Shame? Regret?
I have no idea.
All I know is that Fiona thinks she has hurt her most important person, and it’s not going to end well for me. Still, I put an awkward arm around her.
She cries harder.
