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“Who?” I asked.
“Maverick.”
I frowned. He dropped me off two hours earlier. My pussy was still sore from what we did the night before.
“Your Maverick?” Lindy asked.
“How many Maverick’s are there?” Mallory countered, then frowned, considering. “Besides the Top Gun movie, I don’t know of any.”
I hadn’t seen Mallory this freaked since we went prom dress shopping and the one she’d been eyeing for weeks had been sold out in her size.
She crossed the room to me and pressed her cell into my hand. “Remember I did a search for him on Friday when you told me about him?”
I nodded, staring at the article on her phone, trying to process what I was reading.
“I set up an alert and I just got this.” She pointed to the screen.
The title read Denver Socialite Bags A Billionaire. Beneath it was a photo of Maverick with an exotically beautiful woman. They were dressed for a black-tie event and she looked insanely good, like a Miss Universe pageant contestant in the evening wear competition. All she was missing was a sash. I had to admit they looked good together, how his hand rested on her waist in a possessive way. Perfect. I wasn’t going to linger on how amazing Mav looked in a tuxedo. It had to be custom to have one in his size and fit so well.
Below the photo was a caption. Farrah Cohen with her fiancé CEO Maverick James at the Children’s Hospital Fundraiser in May.
I skimmed the article.
Farrah Cohen was seen out and about in Denver yesterday with a five-carat diamond ring gracing her left hand. Word on the street is that her longtime boyfriend, Maverick James, popped the question. Miss Cohen confirmed that the wedding is to take place this weekend. This reporter is thrilled to report this match-made-in-heaven love story, but has to wonder as to the haste of the nuptials. Is there a Baby James on the way? Only time will tell. Photos and details of the wedding to come next week!
Oh. My. God. Farrah. He’d mentioned that name with his brothers.
I let my hand fall to my side. I stared at Mallory, but not seeing her. I saw Maverick kissing me goodbye this morning. Saw him hovering over me as he filled me for the first time last night. When he flipped me over and told me that while I was his good girl, he was going to fuck me like I was very, very bad.
“He’s getting married,” Mallory repeated, for no apparent reason.
“Married?” Lindy questioned in her what the fuck mom tone, snagging the cell.
“Married,” I replied, completely numb.
“Jesus, this is just like in Sixteen Candles,” Mallory said. “I’m never doing anything movie related ever again.”
Mav was getting married. To a gorgeous woman named Farrah.
Who he’d been dating for months and may have impregnated.
“He’s getting married,” Lindy finally said.
We stood in the living room, all of us silent.
“I was with him last night! This morning. He didn’t say a word.”
“He walked in the pooch parade,” Mallory added, as if that was the clincher.
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my cell, called him.
It rang and rang, then went to voicemail. I didn’t leave one, because what could I say?
Mallory and Lindy stood in the doorway, watching.
I tried again. Voicemail. “Mav, I–” This time, that was all I got out, then hung up. Still lost.
Then I swiped into my work email, found one from Bradley, Mav’s assistant and grabbed his number from his signature footer. He answered before it rang twice.
