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I only chuckle in response, laughing even harder when he calls me a dumb ass to my back as I jog out.
He should be grateful I get his girl worked up. He’ll be thankful tonight once she’s back in his bed even if he doesn’t realize why.
Balthazar
Ishove my phone into the inside breast pocket of my tux and step back into the formal dining room that my angel has turned into a Christmas wonderland for her friends’ reception. With business getting in the way, I have M watching over our girl. There are people in here I don’t know, which automatically means I don’t like or trust them.
My gaze finds her instantly. With her long hair twisted up with sparkling pins and her sweet face slathered in heavy make-up from the stylist who got the girls ready, she looks incredible.
I hate it.
Her genuine beauty is hidden, and I’ll be glad when this is over so I can get the real Seraphina back. In the meantime, I’ll play the part to keep up appearances for her sake.
She’s glorious with all that she’s accomplished in such a short amount of time. Before I beeline to her, I take the second to drink her in as she directs the woman setting out dishes for the ice cream bar. Seraphina has a plan, and she’s making sure everything comes together. The soft voice and sweet smile on her face confirms she’s still a kindhearted boss though.
“Balthazar?”
Loathe to lose sight of my girl even though my brother is two feet from her, I turn to Bree who obviously has something on her mind that she wants to unload on me without Seraphina in the conversation. Before I can speak, she jumps right in.
“Thank you for all of this. I appreciate it.”
Her flat tone implies an obligation to be gracious rather than sincere gratitude for her party. Although the begrudging acknowledgement is directed to the wrong person. I nod toward my fiancée. “You’re welcome. But Seraphina did all of the work.”
The mention of her friend’s name coaxes a small smile from her pursed lips. “I know and she did an amazing job. But I also know that you paid for everything. I’m sure this was very expensive.”
Nothing to me but I aim to impress. Instead of the simple cake and cookies she planned, we provided a five-course meal, massive dessert table, and full open bar. “Just like I told Seraphina, my money’s her money. Anything she wants she can have.”
Now she sighs. All glimpses of her grin fade away. “I know why you did this.”
We can cut the shit then. “I did it to make Seraphina happy. If she thinks you’re happy, thenshe’shappy. That’s all I want.”
My honesty seems to impress her, and she nods. “The same goes for me with her. I just don’t want to have to pick up the pieces when you break her heart.”
“I’m not sure why you think I would ever do that. I love Seraphina.”
“What happens when you get tired of her?”
Ah, now I understand her fear. Any relationship that moves this fast can’t last. The fire will fizzle, she suspects. “What’s to get tired of? She’s sweet, kind, generous, loving, smart. Absolutely perfect, don’t you agree?”
She glances over at her best friend, and the genuine smile returns. “Yes.”
Seraphina must sense our attention on her and looks our way. Thrilled to see us chatting amicably together, she laughs and waves at us.
Before she makes her way over to where we pretend we’re polite and not arguing, I give Bree one last threat to consider, disguised as advice. “Don’t ruin this for her. All she wants is your approval. If you don’t give it to her, she’ll never truly be happy.”
Not that I expected one, but I don’t get a response. I’ve given her a lot to think about on a busy day. Seraphina joins us, hugging me first, and I hide my smirk. It’s already happening—Seraphina chooses me over Bree.
Her friend seems to realize the fact too. They embrace for a long time, engaging in the back and forth of girl conversation, each confirming to the other how beautiful they look, the room looks, the cake looks. With lots of laughter and joy, I know I’ve got both of them right where I want them.
Alex joins in, shaking my hand and kissing his bride, then Seraphina’s cheek. I claw back the desire to rip off his lips and scrub him off of her face. His gesture is innocent, and I have to let the impudence slide. I can’t jeopardize what I’ve just achieved. Not when I’m this close to taking everything I want.
Gaspar
“No more Daddy. I can’t take it.”
Seraphina sprawls in the center of my bed, which I’m thrilled to have her back in again after missing her for the past three days as busy as she was with her friends’ wedding preparations.
Now I have her all to myself again, enjoying her spent from the three orgasms I worked her through with my fingers and then my tongue. While I let her catch her breath, I admire her beauty, that’s more than just her exquisite face and sumptuous body.
