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Refusing to smack the cow in the face like she deserves, I step into the room, not giving a fuck that I shoulder barge her on the way past. I don’t care if it’s petty, if my husband-to-be insists on keeping her around, then he can’t expect me to play nice.
“Take a seat,” Axel says, and I’ve no idea if he’s talking to me or the wedding planner.
She sinks into the small black leather couch and gazes up at Axel with a mixture of hope and longing. He takes the wingbackchair across from her and I have to bite back my grin. Especially when she pouts.
I move to take the seat beside her, not really wanting to be that close, but when Axel pats his knee, I see an opportunity and I take it.
Bitch thinks she can claim him? Bring it.
As soon as my ass makes contact with his knees, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back so that I’m fully seated on his lap and crushed against his chest. Obviously, he wants to show that we’re a united front, but I expect him to move his arm once he has me where he wants m. He doesn’t.
Axel Abbot iscuddlingme.
I shift uncomfortably and have to swallow my gasp of surprise when my ass rubs against his straining cock.What the fuck?! Why is he hard? because of this morning or because of our fight in the hallway? Does he think I’m jealous of Eowyn? Is that why he’s turned on?
“Shall we begin?” he prompts Eowyn as if entirely unaffected by the entire situation. Clearly, that’s a lie. He’s affected bysomething.
Eowyn glowers at me before beaming at my financé and looking down at her notes. She has a clipboard and everything, but I’m not buying that she’s an actual wedding planner. Why the hell would she have been hanging around long before Axelproposedif she was?
Ha! That was no proposal. It was shitty at best. Almost as good as Zie’s first declaration of love. They’re starting to make me feel like a heroine in a Brontë novel.
“Absolutely. So we’re looking at a spring wedding?—”
“No,” is all he says, cutting her off.
She looks up, frowning and it makes me want to smile. Axel won’t like that.
“Summer? Later? Autumn is so?—”
“No.” I actually love Axel’s face so much right now. It’s completely shut down, as if carved from stone cold marble. It makes me realise how much he allows me to see, howhimselfhe is around me. Even when he gives me the mask he’s wearing right now, it’s never this…complete.
“No? Winter then. It’ll be short notice but I might be able to swing something for January.”
“No.”
Eowyn sighs. I’m glad it’s not just me Axel drives crazy, but I’m not about to show this leech any solidarity. Not when I’m enjoying myself so much.
“When then?” she huffs, her frustration bleeding through the façade of nicety she wears.
“Before the new year.”
Eowyn gapes at his demand and I decide to stir the pot.
“Actually,darling,” I purr, gazing up at Axel like he hung the fucking stars in the sky for me. “I don’t really want to waitthatlong.”
“Four weeks is too long?”
“Yes. I don’t want to wait a whole year to have our first Christmas as a happily married couple.”I want my baby home for Christmas,I decide. Axel originally said I’d have her back within the week, and while I know things had to happen first to make that a reality, I’m not willing to wait any longer once we’re wed. If I have to go through with this sham of a marriage, I’ll damn well make sure there’s some perks in it, starting with getting my daughter back.
Surprise registers on his features before he smiles indulgently at me. “Of course, princess, anything for you.”
“You’re both mental if you think you’ll find a venue on this short notice,” Eowyn mutters. Though not quietly enough.
Axel’s smile is lethal and even though I somehowknowthe next words to come out of his mouth, it’s still painful to hear,even as I delight in him one-upping Eowyn. “We have a venue. The AG Hotel.”
Surprise flashes across Eowyn’s features. “That’s imp— really exclusive. I heard they’re fully booked foryearsalready.” She turns to me and gives me a bitchy, condescending smile. “It’s a new and highly exclusive place you probably won’t have heard of.”
“We were at opening night,” I reply with a careless shrug that hopefully hides the tension coiling through my body at the mention of the place of my most recent nightmares. No need to say I had an entirely unwanted test-drive of the facilities long before it opened to this bitch though.
