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The audience laughed. “The Jurassic crazy part happened before today, so technically they weren’t married yet.” He blew out a long breath and the smile slipped from his face as he eyed the room, his gaze landing on Mary before sweeping back to ours. “We’ve seen enough craziness for a lifetime. Although Becky and Charles’s start was a rocky one—one plucked straight from a horror film—that’s okay, because right here, right now … this is their new beginning.” His eyes grew soft and he pressed his free hand to his chest. “And I see years and years of happiness, of joy and lots of nieces and nephews in my immediate future.” He focused all his attention on Charles, then. “You deserve this, this love. Because you are one of the greatest men I know. And you deserve an epic love story made for the movies because you have given up everything for this family and now it’s your turn to be happy.”
Then his attention turned to me. “Becky. Becky. Becky.” The way he uttered my name had me smiling. “What did you put in that water he was drinking?”
I laughed because it was our inside joke.
“Whatever it was, you have him hooked for life. Thank you, Becky. Thank you for coming into his life, for making him smile, for making him happy. What I don’t thank you for is tipping the scales. We were evenly matched before. Now there is more estrogen in our household and I don’t know how I feel about that.” His voice softened, but was still loud enough for everyone to hear. “Besides coming into his life, thank you for coming into ours—into the girls’. Not only does he need you, butweneed you.” He bit his bottom lip and I assumed he was getting emotional then because he called Mary to bring up the rings.
We said our vows under the perfect summer sun, as though we were the only two people in the room, promising to love each other, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part. There was comfort in taking the original vows, vows said by so many before us and that will be said by so many after us.
And when Brad pronounced us as man and wife and Charles’s lips connected with mine, I thanked the heavens above and fate and all the forces that may be that we both—finally after experiencing heartache—got our very own happily ever after—with each other.
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Did you love this story? Do you want to see what kind of crazy antics Brad is up to? Keep reading in BOSS I LOVE TO HATE to see if Brad gets his own happily ever after?
Here is a sample of Mia Kayla’s bestselling novel, BOSS I LOVE TO HATE.
BOSS I LOVE TO HATE
SONIA
“Her boobs can’t possibly be real.”
My best friend, Ava, always tried to make me feel better. Too bad I knew she was lying. Lying through her teeth.
With my forefinger, I pushed my glasses farther up my nose and leaned closer to the computer screen, so close that I nearly went cross-eyed. The scent of coffee hit me directly in the nostrils. The sound of paper spat out of the printer. The chatter of my coworkers rang loudly behind me. But I ignored it all and concentrated on my computer screen—her—my replacement. Jeff’s replacement for me.
“She’s not that pretty,” Ava continued.
I scrolled through my ex-boyfriend’s Facebook feed again, fixated on their endless pictures together, laughing, hugging, smiling, eating. And her … I couldn’t get over her. The replacement was beautiful, her body built like those mannequins at the store, tall and perfectly proportional. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. High cheekbones contoured like those stupid tutorials Ava always watched on YouTube.
“I hate her.” Venom dripped from my tone. Not only because she was beautiful, but also because she had him.
Already tired of looking at my computer screen, I leaned back against my chair and straightened my pens, separated by color in their cup-like containers.
“I’m telling you, she’s not that …” She coughed. “But do you think her boobs are real?”
“They can’t be.” My eyes level with the screen. “Who has a perfect face, body, and boobs, too?”
Why must life be so unfair?
“Sonia!”
I jerked back at the sound of my boss’s voice and knocked over my coffee in the process, causing me to jump back and drop the phone. “Damn it!”
Liquid spilled everywhere—on the desk, on my keyboard, on my skirt.
Fisting a handful of Kleenex from my tissue box, I cleaned up my desk. The light-brown liquid soaked the tissues. I grabbed more, repeated the process, patted my damp skirt down, and glared at his office door.
I had ordered his breakfast, picked up his dry cleaning, and gone over his schedule for today.What the hell did he want now? Couldn’t I get some peace for five freaking minutes?
I reached for the phone dangling off my desk and placed it to my ear. “Gotta go, Ava. The crass hole is beckoning.”
She sighed overly loud. “Tall, dark, and oh-so fine. Give my love to your BILF.”
Boss I’d Like to—yeah, right.
How about Boss I’d Like to Kill?
