AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Did she invite me to do this and rub it in?
What a bitch.
While walking, I check back over my shoulder and know the moment Lilly’s eyes find mine because she smiles, then she beams at her now husband before he kisses her.
No one notices me leave.
I wonder if he knows he’s kissing the mouth that just uttered our safe word.
She always was a cunning little minx.
But this is a whole new level of deviousness.
Two
Kalilah
I shouldn’t be here.
I should leave.
But…food. And I’m more than a little drunk.
What can I say? Weddings do that to me. Maybe it’s all the organza and champagne-colored table clothes, crystal glasses, and shimmering silverware. Or the fake smiles of the guests who are offering their congratulations, but in their own lives, they are fucking the secretary or drinking gin at ten in the morning just to get through the day. It could also be something else I don’t want to dwell on.
The waitress is weaving through the guests while holding a tray full of food, so I reach over and take more than a couple of shrimp canapes before I turn around. And that’s when I spot him again. He’s standing in front of the bride. The squeezed fists by his sides are at odds with the slightly disinterested, slightly polite expression on his face. I get the distinct impression he has a mouthful to say but is keeping quiet either for the bride’s sake—there are a bunch of people standing around waiting to congratulate the bride—or because he’s waiting for the right moment. Good or bad. Somehow, he doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who will take anyone’s feelings into account.
I wonder who he is.
I have a feeling he’s from the bride’s side, but how exactly?
He was definitely upset when she read her vows, but then he left.
Do they have a history?
I start moving toward them. My head is tilted down when I reach them so I can listen to what they’re saying. Lifting my hand to put some more food in my mouth, I’m almost run over by a hulking man.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter as the food is smashed into the side of my mouth instead of going inside it.
“You have such a foul mouth for a lady.” I raise my head to a man whose eyes are so dark they look almost completely black.
“Who said I was a lady?”
“Is this your date?” the bride asks him. Shit.
“You don’t know her?” the stranger asks.
The bride gives me a once-over and narrows her eyes. “No, I don’t.” She pauses. “Who invited you?”
“I did,” the stranger says, his gaze firmly fixed on me, as the bride’s eyebrows squeeze together in confusion. You and me both, girl. He read me way too fast for my liking. But before the bride can utter another word, he turns back to her. “I know what you did, Lilly. Does your husband know you used our safe word in your wedding vows?”
If that food I’d eaten earlier landed in my mouth, I probably would have choked on it right then and there. The bride, also now known as Lilly, side-eyes me, her cheeks red, before she leans into him. “I didn’t—”
He tsks at her, effectively cutting her off.
“You may be able to lie to him, but not me. You know better than that.” Her hands start to fidget with the skirt of her dress, and I almost feel bad for her, but I have a feeling what he’s saying is true and possibly the reason he stormed out of the ceremony.
Just as she goes to speak, her husband walks up and places his arm around her back, cuddling her.
