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"Why are they like this?" I whisper.
"My mother trapped my dad—she purposely got pregnant with me. Then she basically checked out of the relationship. She just wanted the name, the security."
Oh. Well, that would do it.
"Then why are they still married? They are, right?"
I thought we were speaking low enough for no one to hear, but Addison must be part bat, because she replies from the other side of the table. "Because according to the terms of my prenup, I'm owed a lot of money if we split, and Adrian doesn't want to pay."
I'm too stunned to comment, but my gaze drifts to Camden's father.
The man shrugs. "Can you blame me?"
No. No, I cannot.
Addison leans forward with a grin. "I think I see some chemistry there. Has your dad fucked your girlfriend yet, Camden, dear?”
I expect another display of anger but both men around the table sigh, and Valentina laughs. As for my part, I think my face matches my dress now.
"Where I shove my cock has long ceased to be any of your business,wife," Adrian tells her.
It occurs to me that he's actually not denying her accusation, which does nothing to diminish my embarrassment.
"I'm just curious. She's your type."She's not the first Hunt who said as much.I glance at Camden, but Addison isn't done."You know, he likes his women to look and act like dolls. You'd only have to lie back and take it."
"Sounds fun," I grit between my teeth, if only to shut her up.
Addison is delighted. "The doll has teeth! You aren't so bad after all."
No wonder Camden is who he is, if this is his family. At least the worst thing mine did was neglect me. These people…they created an environment so hostile there's no choice but to evolve into a predator around them.
Thankfully, the man at the principal table stands and announces it's time for speeches. I'm delighted the Hunts have to shut up for a little while.
I haven't attended many weddings, but I get the feeling most speakers don't struggle to find words to describe the newly wedded couple. Yet the best man, the maid of honor, and mother of the bride all stumble a time or two. And no wonder.
The father might have looked like Nate once, but years of abuse have turned him heavy and gray. He looks like he might be in his seventies, while the bride's basically my age—under twenty-five for sure. Her lips have definitely been redone, and she's absolutely stunning in her mostly sheer, tight white dress. The relationship can be summed up as, she's hot, he's rich. A match made in upper-class heaven.
Finally, Nate stands—which seems like a feat in his state. A slow grin curves on his lips as he brings his tumbler up to toast. "To my new mother! A classy lady, for sure. I'm not great at speeches and all that, so I had a little visual aid prepared."
He's not the first to use the screen behind the table—the mother of the bride showed some baby and prom queen pictures.
What appears now is nothing like that.
I gasp along with the rest of the crowd as we watch the black screen turn to a picture of the bride with a cock in her mouth, a fist tight on her hair. I recognize the black nail polish and all the rings.
"She's beensomotherly to me," he continues with a laugh.
"That's enough!" his father screams. "You've had your fun, now stop this. Anyone can see it was doctored—"
It wasn't doctored, unless someonereallygood did it. Dynamic pictures like that aren't easy to photoshop.
Laughing, Nathaniel runs away from his father, the remote of the TV in hand.The image changes, showing the same woman naked, riding a cock while taking another one in her mouth.
In this crowd, I'm not surprised. Isn't this what everyone here is into anyway?
"She's also been lovely to my friends, welcoming them all with open arms in her bosom," Nate continues.
I can't help but snicker. He'ssuch a dick.
