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In fact, I can only encourage it because Olivia had the balls to invite me to her wedding to the asshole she cheated on me with.
As if I forgot.
As if I didn’t go through publicity hell after she sicced the media dogs on me and made it look as though I was the one cheating on her.
She never did correct that story.
I didn’t either. I’m not about to state my case on that matter because there’s only one opinion that matters and it’s mine.
Everyone else can suck my dick with the decisions they’ve made about me.
However, given my expression tonight, others may believe I’m highly upset about the nuptials. That I lost my chance with the perfect woman, who’s wearing a dress that hasn’t been seen since Princess Diana with the length of her damn train.
Honestly, the amount of money that went into this is making up for something.
Maybe everything isn’t what it’s cracked up to be through their engagement and Olivia is trying to blind everyone with the number of crystals and candles in the damn place.
“Kai,” Molly coos at my side in a low whisper, “if you don’t stop glaring at your cake, people are going to think that you’re fighting against sugar.”
I glance up at the chocolate bullshit that was placed in front of me God knows how long ago and stare back into light green eyes. “You want it?”
Molly smiles at me and rocks her head back and forth. “No thanks. It tastes worse than making it out of a box.”
“Maybe we should get the name of the baker and have it for our wedding. It’ll keep people from coming.”
“I’ll wear black.”
“Sounds extra and perfect.”
Her lips only curl higher. “Does that come with a dance?”
“I don’t dance.”
“Yes, but you see, I need you to look madly in love with me”—she leans forward and I’m greeted with vanilla filling my nostrils—“and you wouldn’t stop glaring at the crucifix in the church. I think half the folks here think you worship the devil.”
I wouldn’t be surprised.
“He wouldn’t be so kind as to burn me alive in that place,” I vouch placidly.
Molly actually rolls her eyes and stands from her chair, the shiny black material of her dress hugging those curves that I had zero remorse eye-fucking earlier. “Come on, Romeo. You can deal with it for one night.”
“Why don’t we just fuck on one of these tables and leave?” I glance up at her with a heaved brow.
“Too many camera phones,” she replies. “And I don’t give out free shows that I could make a lot of money on.”
“You’re so confident about that?”
And I really want to know.
I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t fantasized about screwing this woman a few times during the night. I did it about three different times in the car.
“I don’t take you for an exhibitionist.”
“I’m not.”
Molly licks at her bottom lip and jerks her head. “Then I’m going to assume that you don’t want me to go ask someone else to dance with me.”
I glower at her. “What do you think?”
