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But even if I want to kill the little prick—whoever he is—it won’t matter, because I’ll behave myself.
Please God, help me behave myself.
ChapterSeventeen
Brandon
The modern chandelier is relentlessly bright, and all the servers seem especially cheerful and talkative. I’m not in the mood for a place like this. I want to stay quietly in my head while I prepare myself for how I’ll react when Mariana finally shows up for her date.
Thankfully, Sofia has been quieter than usual as well. One hand is set primly in her lap while she uses the other to scroll on her phone.
“Where is she?” I ask, hating how impatient I sound.
I inhale deeply and slowly. This is so stupid. Here I am itching with anxiety when I could have avoided this all together by just saying I couldn’t make it.
But would my anxiety be worse if I were waiting alone at home, thinking about her out with another man?
No matter how bad my anxiety is, I’ll have to get over it eventually. Mariana will be in my life forever. I might even officiate her wedding someday.
The thought is like a blow to the chest.
Why didn’t I consider what all of this would mean before now? I knew I’d never be able to touch her again, and yet it didn’t occur to me that I’d have to watch someone else do it.
“There she is,” Sofia says, and when my head jerks up, heat engulfs my whole body like a flame.
She’s wearing a tight black dress that reveals every inch of her beautiful skin. I would give anything to be able to touch her again.
And the motherfucker behind her is staring at her ass.
Zac.
Of course it’s him. Zac who brought her lunch. Zac who touched the tip of her nose.
He might even fuck her tonight.
My chest seizes with an unbearable tightness. I set my water glass down, and a bit of it splashes onto the table.
I need to calm the fuck down. I never should have touched her to begin with. Zac is much better for her, if only because he’s her age. He understands her in a way that I never could.
The thought isn’t comforting.
Sofia follows my gaze to Mariana’s tall escort. Her eyes widen. “Do you know Zac?”
I shake my head. “He stopped by once to bring her lunch, but we weren’t introduced.”
“Of course he brought her lunch.” Sofia lowers her voice as Mariana and Zac approach our table. “He’s always had a crush on her.”
Heat washes over my skin.
“Look at you two all dressed up.” Sofia smiles. “Mari, I don’t know how you’re going to play mini golf in that.”
Mariana grins as she sits down, and now that she’s in full view, I see that her cleavage is out of control, and Zac’s gaze once again falls to her beautiful skin.
Little prick.
“Hey, Pastor,” Mariana says, her voice sultry and low. “Now that I’m here, I can say that you’re both sitting way too close. You got to leave room for the Holy Spirit.”
I can’t even bring myself to respond to her little tease. I’m consumed by every inch of her bare flesh in that skimpy dress, every movement of her lips. Just a week ago, I had that woman with her legs open for me as I brought her to ecstasy.
