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“Hi, Alex. Anything for a friend of Savannah’s. We’ll start with you on the steps, the bride and groom first, then we can call the others in.”
When Savannah made the booking, she assured me that she hadn’t told Lucy about the intricacies of our photoshoot. It was easier that way. Although, now I’m wishing that she had explained. I’m not sure I can go the majority of the day being called the ‘bride’.
Lucy directs us effortlessly, pausing occasionally to show us the pictures she’s taken. I make a mental note to keep in touch with her for any other events I might need a photographer for. She’s made everyone feel at ease, drawing smiles and laughs out of us like a pro.
“Can I get a kiss for the bride, Mr. Worthington?” Lucy asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
Sebastian pulls me into his chest, his head lowering to capture my mouth. It’s a chaste kiss. Nothing like any of the kisses we’ve shared before, but it still heats my blood. He could lick my face and I’m pretty sure I’d be turned on by it.
Cheers erupt around us from our friends, but I don’t pay them any attention. Instead, my focus is onhim.
Sebastian moves his mouth to my ear, his lips brushing the shell as he says, “Thank you, my queen.”
Queen.
My eyes go wide and my jaw slackens before I catch myself. I turn to my friends, a fake smile on my lips, as Lucy snaps more pictures.
“Okay, now Mrs. Worthington, why don’t we have you facing me, with Mr. Worthington facing the courthouse behind you.”
My stomach flips, and for a second I allow myself to luxuriate in the feeling of being referred to with his last name.
“Oh, I’m not Mrs. Worthington. I’m keeping my last name.”
Sebastian’s grip tightens on my hip, his fingers digging in through the fabric of my dress.
“The fuck you’re not.”
I turn to face him, ready for a fight, because who does he think he is to tell me in our fake marriage that I’ll be taking his surname. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,Mrs. Worthington.”
“Yes, I did, but I also know you wouldn’t be that fucking crazy to try and tell me what to do.”
“I would.”
Jutting a hip out, I fold my arms over my chest as I stare at him and he stares right back.
“If you can just give them a second, Lucy,” Savannah rushes. I can just imagine what a spectacle this must be.
“Look—”
Sebastian grabs my arm and drags me up the stairs of the courthouse, hiding us behind one of the large pillars. His body crowds me in, forcing my chin to lift as I hold his gaze. “You will take my name. I’m not beyond bending you over right now and fucking it into you, got it?”
I’m feeling bratty and this is fake anyway. “No.”
He growls, his hand wrapping around my throat, moving up to lift my chin even higher. His head drops, bringing his lips inches away from mine. “Do you want me?”
My brow tugs together at his abrupt change in conversation as I search his gaze. “Always,” I murmur, my gaze flitting between his mouth and eyes.
“Then take my last name.”
“Okay,” I breathe, because in this moment I’d agree to anything to feel his lips on mine.
His hand drops, releasing my throat as he takes a step back, his body no longer touching mine. The corner of his mouth lips and his dimple pops. “Good, now let's finish taking these photos so I can take you home and punish you for being so difficult.”
Sebastian walks away, leaving me in a confused and tumultuous state. What the fuck just happened? Did he use my attraction to him to get me to agree to take his surname in our fake marriage?
The rest of the day passes in a blur and by the time we get home, I’m both physically and emotionally exhausted.
