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Maybe a little bit. But I’ll beg for my Cupcake’s forgiveness later.
When Scarlett called me, I was surprised. I really did think I’d never hear from her again. That she was just one night of amazing bliss before my life changed. Before I needed to hide from my lover's new wife.
Hearing her voice again settled something inside me that felt uneasy since watching her drive away. She asked me to come get her, to sweep her away to safety, so she didn’t have to shackle herself to whatever man she was being forced to marry.
That was until she told me what church she was at. It was like a sign from the universe. She was meant to be ours, like I’ve been dreaming about for the past two months.
It took everything in me not to run to the bridal suite and check for myself. But I didn’t because I don’t want to draw attention, make this bigger than it needs to be, and fuck this up before she and Emerson have a chance to say I do.
Holy fuck, Emerson is about to marry Scarlett.
I’m both still partly in shock but also fucking vibrating with pure excitement.
I’ve been dreading whatever witch was going to marry my love. Emerson had no interest in finding out who he was going to be married to, he couldn’t change the outcome anyway. So by not knowing her name, he wouldn’t go down a rabbit hole of researching her and find a million things to nitpick about.
I wanted to know, I wanted to see who the woman was that would be hanging off my lover's arm and giving him an heir. But Emerson asked me not to go looking, and I respected his wishes.
Never did I think that the woman would be Scarlett. Emerson will be extremely surprised, but I think overall he will be relieved.
Me? I’ve never been so damn happy in my life. Because even though I know I won’t be able to hold Emerson’s hands at parties or kiss him in public, I won’t have to be the side piece, the mistress, the dirty little secret. Don’t get me wrong, I was ready to be all of those because I’d do anything to be with Emerson. There is no other man, only him.
But now, I know I don’t have to because Scarlett was so accepting of our love. I saw the way she looked at us when Emerson was fucking me, kissing me, touching me. Part arousal, part awe.
I haven’t been able to get this woman out of my head since she got into that cab and left us behind. The beauty of what we did that night has been haunting my dreams.
“Doesn’t matter how my tie looks, Alistair. I’m about to sign my life away to some money-grabbing, attention-seeking trophy wife.”
My lip twitches. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” I tell him, running my hands down the front of his black suit jacket, smoothing out any wrinkles.
He narrows his eyes. “Won’t be that bad? Are you high, baby? You’ve been in just as pissy of a mood as me over this whole arrangement. So why are you so damn calm now?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back my excitement. I know I should tell him but I won’t. I don’t want to risk anything stopping this wedding.
“There’s nothing we can do about it. At least, not without risking being shunned by the family, or worse. Let’s not let your father win. We’ll hold our heads high and make the best with what we’re given.”
He gives me a skeptical look, gripping my cheek and searching my eyes. “What did you take?”
“Stop.” I laugh, pushing his hand away.
“I’m not drunk or high, okay? Look, it’s time.” I glance down at my watch. “Time to go get you that new bride.”
“Can I smother her in her sleep on our honeymoon, or is that too soon?” he grumbles, heading toward the door.
“No becoming a black widower, love.” I chuckle.
“Why not? It would solve a lot of problems.”
“Emerson,” I growl, feeling a wave of protectiveness over Scarlett. I know he doesn’t understand who he’s referring to, but the idea of any harm coming to her makes me want to shoot someone in the fucking head.
“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters as we head down toward the main part of the church where all his guests are waiting.
We pass the bridal suite, and my heart picks up in speed. She’s behind that door, my Cupcake is here. A wave of guilt hits me as I remember her panicked voice, the desperate need to be saved. She’s probably freaking out right now that I’m not coming.
I shake my head and stop with Emerson at the doors to the chapel. “I’ll be in the back. Just say what you're told to say, sign what you have to sign, and I promise everything will be alright.”
He narrows his eyes again. “Who are you, and what have you done with Alistair?”
Chuckling, I grin. “Just go get married.”
