Page 93 of Make Me Want it Too

For the next two days, at least.

Spencer takes his place next to Jake, Macy on the other side of the altar, and we wait.

And wait.

There are raised voices coming from around the corner and the wedding coordinator barks something into her headset as she strides toward the commotion.

After a few moments, Bex’s mother walks out and takes a seat in front, opposite Jake’s parents, her mouth in a tight line.

And then, finally, Bex appears at the end of the aisle, with who I can only assume is her dad. He’s a tall guy with a big, barrel chest, gray hair and a short, thick beard.

The rest of the rehearsal goes well. After the mock ceremony, Bex corners me and asks me a series of weird, rapid-fire questions. Who the fuck knows the exact time they were born? Is that something we’re supposed to know? She’s so insistent, I promise to ask my mom the next time we talk and get back to her.

Dinner is a buffet of thinly sliced prime rib, herbed au gratin potatoes, buttered rolls, and an arugula salad.

During dinner, Bex’s dad stands and gives an impromptu speech about how much of a troublemaker Bex was growing up and how he’s glad she’s marrying into such a successful family instead of in rehab. Bex grabs the whole bottle of champagne.

But Macy looks happy. Zayne told her he’s obsessed with her hair, and she’s been beaming ever since. Chatting with Livvy and Noah. Smiling and laughing. It’s the most relaxed I’ve seen her all week. Except for maybe right after I’ve given her an orgasm.

I touch her back and she leans into my touch. I love it. “I’m going to go get some dessert. Do you want anything?” I ask.

“No, I’m okay,” she says with a smile, like I knew she would.

I leave her with Livvy and Bex to go to the dessert table. There’s a seven-layer double fudge cake and carrot cake with a caramel cream cheese frosting. I think Macy would prefer the chocolate, but I get a slice of each just in case.

I turn around, a plate of cake in each hand, and Spencer is standing between me and the party in his too-tight blue window-pane shirt and too-small for his face glasses.

“What are you up to, Woodall?”

I glance between both pieces of cake. “I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t.”

“Why were you knocking at Margot’s door last night?”

The fuck? “I was looking for my cousin. Went to the wrong door. If you’ll excuse me—” I make a move to step around him, but he doesn’t move.

“Does Macy know you’re trying to hook up with my sister, too?”

I laugh in his face. “You’re not going to get under my skin, Hayes.”

“Are you trying to sleep with my ex and my sister out of spite or just for fun?”

“I’m not trying to do anything.” I step closer into his space. “And believe it or not, you never cross my mind when I’m sleeping with Macy.”

His expression darkens. “I hope you enjoy my seconds while they last. Knowing she’s still in love with me, and probably still thinking about me when she’s with you. And knowing that I’ll be the one she’ll come back to when she’s done with this little fling or whatever it is she’s doing with you. Because we both know what you’re good for.”

“Actually pleasing her in bed?” I smile.

He takes a step, puffing up his chest and flaring his nostrils, only a few inches from my face. “You’re not the one she ends up with.”

I stare down at him for a second. “You’re lucky there’s cake in both my hands.”

“Is that a threat?”

I walk away without another word, fingers gripped tight on the tiny dessert plates. Focused on getting back to Macy and that’s it. But I’m replaying all his words in my head and, fuck, this is exactly what he wants and exactly what I said I wasn’t going to let him do.

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