Page 29 of Finding My Bodyguard

“Only on paper,” I confirmed. “After we’re done with all of this, you’ll be free to go. No more arrangements.”

Monroe and I stared at one another for a moment. Even if temporary, this was a big step—a risky one. We’d already slept together twice, and I didn’t want Monroe to get confused on what this whole thing was about.

“Do we get to have a wedding?” she questioned, making me smirk at the way her face lit up.

“Whatever you want, remember?” I reminded her of what I’d told her last night.

She suggested, “A small ceremony on the beach.”

“A small ceremony on the beach it is.” I held up my hands in surrender. “Anything else?”

“One more thing.” She held up her pointer finger.

“Yes?” I asked intrigued.

“I need someone to walk me down the aisle.” She giggled.

“I got you!” Meechie’s voice thundered through the phone. “Just tell us what to wear and me and Polo are there!” he shouted, making Monroe burst into laughter.

“It’s settled then. I guess we’re getting married tonight.” Monroe wrapped her arms around my body. I pushed her back, handing her the phone before running out of the greenhouse. When Meechie and I concocted this plan, I ran out and brought Monroe a ring. If I was going to ask her to marry me, fake or not, I was going to come correct. Grabbing the black box out of the hallway closet, I ran back to Monroe. She was still standing there in all her naked glory talking to Meechie.

“I need to do this shit right.” I moved to her and lowered myself to the ground on one knee. “There was no way I was doing this without a ring.” I took her soft hand in mine. “Monroe Iris, will you be my wife?” I opened the black box. Tears rimmed in her eyes like we had been dating for many years.

“Yes!” She nodded her head in excitement.

“Then I guess we’re getting married, Chocolate.” I slid the ring on her finger then quickly found her lips. “You look so beautiful wearing nothing but my ring.” It had my dick rising again.

“I do, huh?” She held up her left hand, admiring the diamond. Her smile was priceless.

“Hell yeah.” I lifted her up. “Let me tell that pussy how good she look wearing my ring.”

Monroe giggled as she wrapped her legs around my neck and used her ringed hand to push my head into her center.

“Man, y’all nasty. I’ll see y’all in about an hour.” Meechie hung up the phone and Monroe let it drop on a nearby table.

“Heal me with yo’ mouth, future husband.”

“Say less, Chocolate,” I mumbled before latching on to her pretty swollen clit.

Monroe

Iwaited behind the makeshift doors at the end of the aisle. My heart beat fast with excitement. The weight of what I was about to do, get married only six hours after saying yes, played heavily in my brain. There were so many things that could go wrong. London could turn out to be worse than Kashus, but I was willing to take the risk. A lifetime of being tied to Kashus Grant was like a death sentence. The fact that London had bought me an engagement ring made my heart swell. It was so thoughtful and only confirmed that he was a rare breed. I only hoped he didn’t change up me.

Aunt Vanessa greeted me behind the doors. “It’s almost showtime.” She’d been a Godsend getting me ready for this last-minute wedding. Five hours ago, she showed up at London’s villa with a full glam squad and her mother’s old wedding dress. Luckily for me, London’s grandmother had been pregnant when she married. It took a few alterations, but the dress eventually fit me perfectly. The trumpet style white dress flowed over my curves perfectly, making me feel like a goddess.

“Mama’s dress looks beautiful on you, Monroe.” Aunt Vanessa snapped a picture. I smiled as I slipped my hands down my body trying to calm my nerves. “It’s natural to be nervous, sweetheart.” She tucked one of my loose curls out of my face. “My nephew is a good man. I trust he’ll do right by you.” She reassured me. She knew why we were getting married, and she was still offering us her full support. It was a breath of fresh air from what I was used to.

“You deserve happiness, Monroe.” She stared into my eyes. I welcomed her words. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of how powerful this moment was. This was not the marriage that my father had arranged for me, but the one that I had chosen for myself. That was what made this special.

“Your future husband sends you a gift.” Alyza came from around the doors, holding a phone. “It’s yours. I can give you the phone number later.”

“London bought me a phone?” I stared at the empty screen confusingly before a familiar face appeared.

“Contessa?” I questioned in disbelief. Tears instantly pooled in my eyes. I had missed her. This was probably the longest I’d gone without talking to her since she’d become a part of my family.

“Yes, ma’am!” Her voice illuminated through the phone.

“Tessa!” I shouted again. Excitement dripped from my voice.

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