Page 39 of Perfect Boy

No. Well, maybe. No, there can’t be…can there?

Taking my hand, he gives it a squeeze. “Ready to go, wifey?”

I bob my head up and down, far too quickly and looking like I probably just snorted a line of coke. “Yep. I’m ready to go.” I practically bounce, just needing to get out of this building and away from this lady’s stare. Judging us. Trying to figure out if this is real or not.

“Not so fast. I need you to sign your marriage certificate,” she mutters, glancing at Carson and Zoey. “The witnesses need to sign too. So, if there’s anything fishy, now would be the time to speak.”

“Fishy? I’ve never even met this chick who is now my sister-in-law,” Carson says, grinning like a complete idiot. “If she’s hiding any dead bodies, trust me, I wouldn’t know.”

The woman scowls at him, straightening her posture, and Watson smacks his brother’s arm playfully before chuckling.

“That’s my brother for you. Always has been a joker.”

Shaking his head, he grabs a pen from the small table and looks over the paper. After he signs, it’s my turn and then Zoey’s and Carson’s.

And when she takes the paper, holding it up to make sure it’s all set, she narrows her eyes at us once more. “Congratulations.” And then she walks away.

I’m someone’s wife. And I have a husband.

Holy shitballs. This isn’t how I thought my day would go when I woke up this morning. That’s for damn sure.

16

Watson

My brother is so confused. But luckily, he hasn’t asked too many questions. Not yet anyway. I’m sure when we’re completely alone, he’ll bombard me with them. For now, he’s too busy hitting on the nerdy girl who showed up to be Ryann’s witness to bother me and Ryann about this shotgun wedding. My brother can’t help but be a flirt. It’s just who he is. Even if she is the furthest thing from his type.

After the ceremony, they were both going to take off, assuming we’d want to be alone. To do…newlywed stuff, I suppose. Which, obviously, I would have fucking loved that.

But Ryann was quick to tell them to tag along to dinner. Giving them the excuse that, “We’ll have our whole life together now that we’re hitched.”

I know the real reason she wants them here though.

When I kissed her and she melted against me like fucking butter on a hot stove, I knew her body wanted more. And I know damn well she’s afraid if we end up alone, we’ll have another supply closet incident. Little does she know, that’s bound to happen at some point. Only, this time, I’d love to have her in my bed. How could I not? I mean, fuck, now that we’re legally bound together, she can’t date, hook up, or kiss anyone but me.

And fucking right, I’m going to make sure she knows that.

It’s not a sin if we’re married. After all, husbands and wives are supposed to fuck.

“So, how did y’all meet?” Carson says, leaning back in the booth and tossing his arm behind Zoey. Which makes her squirm and turn bright red. My brother, of course, eats that up. “Also, why didn’t you mention her before?”

At the same time I say, “We had a class together,” she answers, “We were partnered up for a dance fundraiser.”

And when we each try to change our answer, we both switch and come out opposite again.

“We briefly met in class, but when we really got to know each other was when we were paired together for dance,” Ryann says sweetly, looking over at me. “Wouldn’t you agree, babe? That our encounter in class wasn’t all that romantic?”

“She was obsessed with me,” I toss back with a shrug. “Came over just to introduce herself. Thought I was the handsomest man in the class.”

Rolling her eyes, she smacks my shoulder with the back of her hand. “Mmhmm. That’s exactly how it went.” She shakes her head, looking at my brother and Zoey. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, big guy.”

“Wait, Jameson told me he asked about your dance partner a few weeks ago.” He smirks at Ryann. “Jamie said you were either really hot or really ugly. And just like we both thought”—he licks his finger, making a sizzling sound—“smokin’ hot.”

“You know she’s my wife, right?” I shoot him a warning glare. “You can’t check my wife out. And you sure as hell can’t call her smokin’ hot.”

“Just calling it like I see it.” He winks. “Have you told Mom? She must know, right?” His eyes widen. “Fuck, she’s fixin’ to be one pissed-off woman for not getting an invite to the wedding though.”

“Nah, it just happened so fast.” I glance over at Ryann, hoping the next words out of my mouth won’t freak her out. “Figured we’d go see her real soon. Tell the news to her face-to-face. And hope that she’s all right with it.”

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