Page 29 of Destroying My Ex

Tonight is their rehearsal dinner, which I insisted he attend because that would make everything that follows in the next two days all the better. We were pushing it kinda close since our own rehearsal dinner was taking place in Italy the following day, to be followed by our wedding the day after.

She’d wanted her dinner the night before as well, but of course, that wouldn’t do, so in the end, I got to choose what day she could have her little get-together. If she only knew, she’d have a calf.

It was almost midnight when he met me at the private airstrip for our flight to Tuscany. “We have a long flight ahead of us; whatever shall we do with ourselves?”

GRAYSON

Finally, the day has come. I woke up before the sun this morning and laid there for a while, my soon-to-be bride held close in my arms. Last night had been lots of fun with our friends and family coming together to celebrate us.

There was no time to waste. I had to make some calls to make sure that all the instructions I’d left would be carried out. With the time difference, we’re about six hours ahead, so things should be getting ready to take place there in a few hours. Lacey wanted an evening wedding which worked out fine for what I had planned.

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At the same time, our ceremony started in Tuscany, which was at about one in the afternoon; the guests were starting to arrive at the Country Club for Lacey’s pre-wedding cocktail hour. That had been Lily’s suggestion so that we could watch part of the show after our vows. When I brought it up to Lacey, she saw it as me being invested in our wedding plans.

I’d talked her out of having a church wedding since neither of us attended one, and the club had accommodations for the ceremony anyway.

Her parents and mine had shelled out a lot of money to make it into what she wanted, and for me, the hardest thing I’d had to do so far was convince my parents that it was okay for me to hang out with friends the night before my big day and even spend the night with my best man.

I was indeed spending the night with my best man, but we were miles away on a different continent; he didn’t need to know that. I’d paid people very well to carry out my orders. Not friends, just acquaintances and a few professionals in case anyone chickened out.

She looked beautiful in the Italian lace gown her grandmother had worn to her own wedding. Something else that had been passed down in her family, this time on her grandmother’s side. She said it was only fair since the ring was from her grandpa’s family.

Her other grandparents had paid for the wedding, which included flights and accommodations for all our guests. It’s funny how they bend over backward trying to outdo each other in spoiling her. And to think, I could’ve married the wrong sister.

Our wedding ceremony will be the first thing the guests who were waiting for Lacey’s wedding to start sees. I knew it was being streamed the way I’d wanted because I could hear the chatter in the earpiece I had in my ear. She wore the matching one in hers.

We were still able to hear the minister and answer when we were prompted. I’d learned Italian for this purpose, of course, and didn’t need an interpreter. She’s fluent.

We took pictures, laughed, and talked with our friends, all while listening to the mayhem we’d caused through the earpieces. Neither of us could wait to escape so we could actually see what was going on and not just hear, and our chance came not long after the first dance when everyone else was preoccupied.

There was a lot of ribbing about us not being able to wait to be alone, but we brushed it off and promised to be back soon. I had waited a long time for this day and didn’t want to miss another second of it.

I know they’d seen the ceremony take place; I wanted that to happen, to be the starting point for what was about to come.

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LACEY

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I had a nice buzz going and was feeling no pain. Today is my wedding day. Last night, I had a threesome with the groom’s father and one of my girlfriends, so nothing had changed, and I didn’t expect it to after the ceremony. Life is good.

I heard a knock at the door and my wedding planner entered the room where me and the girls were getting the final touches on our hair and makeup done. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I was just making sure you were all getting ready so we could start the cocktail hour.”

“Is Grayson here yet?”

“He’s on site, yes, his car just pulled into the parking lot that’s why I’m checking.”

“We’ll be right there.” It’s happening, it’s really happening. I had so many nightmares in the last few days that something would go wrong.

Grayson had been distant since the whole high school drama, and it felt like forever since we’d been close, but he had shown up today. I shouldn’t have worried anyway; my Dad had made sure he couldn’t get away. Bought and paid for.

I was more excited about marrying him now than I was when I forced his hand. Thinking that there was a possibility Lily could steal him from me had shown me how much I really wanted him to be my husband.

He was handsome as fuck, kind, and on his way to being wealthy; what more could a girl ask for? When it comes to the sex thing, though, who knows how good he’ll be or if I’ll enjoy it. At least if that doesn’t work out, I’d have a man who can support me the way I deserve.

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