Page 10 of Their Sweetest Obsession

“We will,” he promised. “But first, you’re going to pick a wedding dress. Why haven’t you been responding to Opal’s messages?”

Confusion quickly replaced the happiness that made my blood zing through my veins. “Who?”

“Opal, our wedding planner.” Seeing my furrowed brow, he groaned. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

I shook my head, and he let out a vicious curse. Stomping over to his clothes that were in a pile on the floor, he shifted them around until he found his phone. My confusion only grew when he lifted the device to his ear and started barking orders into it.

Wilder took my hand, leading me to the bed. Sitting on the end, he pulled me down onto his lap. “How was your exam yesterday?”

“I passed.” Thankfully, because all my exams were done online, I got the results back immediately. I’d only missed one question on the final, which meant I was still going to graduate with honors. I only had one more test to take, but it was the easiest of my courses and I wasn’t worried about it.

“That’s my girl,” he praised. Tucking his hand between my thighs, he rubbed his thumb in a circle. Even through my sleep pants, I could feel the heat from his palm, melting me. “What shall I give you for doing so well, hmm? Necklace? Bracelet? A new Hermès bag?”

I rolled my eyes. “Pass.”

His dimples popped, making my breath catch. When he heard the change in my breathing, his grin deepened even more. “How about I take you shopping for beachwear for the honeymoon?”

“I… Um…” I had nothing, and I was pretty sure my brain had shut down. They kept talking about weddings and honeymoons. But shouldn’t we have started things off with a date? Or at least a first kiss?

I’d never been kissed before. Pecks on the cheek and forehead from Wilder and Reeve didn’t count.

“You’re telling me that the invitations haven’t gone out yet?” Reeve said into his phone as he stood by the window. “Your to-do list for Marina had them checked off.”

“Put it on speaker,” Wilder told him, continuing to stroke his thumb on the inside of my thigh. “We want to hear this too.”

Walking over to us, Reeve hit the speaker option, and a voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. “Well, Mrs. Keats informed me that her daughter had chosen—”

“Let me stop you right there,” Reeve interrupted. “Stephanie Keats does not employ you. The only two opinions regarding this wedding that I am concerned with are Marina’s and Wilder’s. Unless you spoke directly to either of them to get approval for anything, then you should not have considered it complete, and you sure as hell should not have sent any invitations.”

“But I didn’t, Mr. Keats!” the wedding planner rushed to assure him. “They were approved last week, but I assure you, nothing has been sent.”

Reeve and Wilder shared a look. “Opal,” he groused, “I’m going to call you back. Expect Marina to choose her wedding dress this afternoon. Have a selection waiting for her to view when she arrives.”

Disconnecting the call, he tossed the phone onto the bed and stabbed his fingers through his hair. “If I get my hands on that woman, I’m going to wring her neck.”

My head was still a little clouded from my hangover, so it took a moment for my mind to process what I’d just learned. “Did my mother send me a fake wedding invitation?”

“That seems to be the case,” Wilder said with a grim twist of his lips. “What bothers me is that we thought you were planning the wedding with Opal’s help. But you didn’t have a clue about it. So where did our wires get crossed?”

Reeve sat on the bed beside us, pulling my legs across his lap. “I would like to know the answer to that question as well, princess.”

I glanced back and forth between the two of them, so confused it was a wonder my head hadn’t exploded from it. “I’ve never spoken to anyone named Opal, but that’s beside the point, because neither of you has asked me to marry you. How would I even know to plan a wedding?”

“William has brought it up enough times that we thought it was a given,” Reeve answered. “And the last time you were home for the weekend, he even told you to start the process.”

“Okay, one, I thought William was just talking about you getting married in general. It hurt to hear him discuss it, and even more that you didn’t correct him. I didn’t think he meant the two—or rather, the three—of us getting married. No one said anything. Not one person. So, it was easy enough to assume that you were on board with some archaic arranged marriage to some faceless person.”

My chin wobbled at the memories. “And two, other than William going on the same spiral about you getting married, no one said anything to me about planning a wedding!”

“Shit,” Reeve groaned.

“Shit,” Wilder muttered in agreement.

“You two really expected me to think we were getting married?” I asked them in exasperation. “We haven’t even gone on a date. Neither one of you has so much as kissed me. But you want me to be your wife?”

Reeve grabbed my hips, pulling me over him so I was straddling his lap before he tangled his hands in my hair. His dark eyes glowed as he jerked my head back. Fire lit low in my belly, spreading outward until it felt like my entire body was one blazing inferno. “I don’t think anything, princess. I know. You will be our wife in ten days. I will have my wife and my husband, and we will live our lives on our terms. It’s happening. Whether there is an actual wedding, it doesn’t matter to me. Do you understand, Marina?”

His assertiveness, the passion in his voice, the possessive way he held on to me, was too much. “Reeve.”

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