Page 30 of Tormenting Me

“Motherfucker,” I mutter to myself as I climb back into the car. He’s never been this close to her and that leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach. I speed back to her at the apartment and as I back into the alley; I see she has the rest of the totes downstairs waiting for me. The heaviest of all of them being all her books and music. She’s outside talking with the pizza maker. The smug son of a bitch is standing a little too close to her for my liking. I throw the car into park and hop out and as I make my way over to them; I catch their conversation.

“So I got a text from Atlas last night, where he asked if you guys could have a post-wedding get-together at the pizza shop. Who’s getting hitched?” He chuckles. “Is it Atlas?”

Layne stutters, averting her gaze and meeting my eyes. She smirks, turning back to him, “Me.”

He laughs. The motherfucker laughs at her. I move towards her to stand by her side. He stiffens as he takes in my protective stance next to her. I must look pretty intimidating because his demeanor changes.

“Wait? You’re serious?” With a perplexed look on his face, he sizes me up as if to determine if he could take me on.

Definitely not, I’d drop your ass so fast you wouldn’t even know what hit you. Try me.

“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.” The color drains from his face as he looks me over again.

“Roman, this is my fiancé, Wes. We’re getting married later today.” I love the sound of my name on her lips. It’s even better when she moans it.

Roman’s face flushes with anger because he realizes I stole any shot he thinks he had at being with Layne or fucking her at least. “Chica, are you sure about this? I’ve never even seen you with this guy?”

Okay, this guy is officially pissing me off. I want to punch this asshole in the face.

“Very sure. Look, I get if it’s uncomfortable for us to do it here.” Roman’s face turns to a frown. He’s got a soft spot for my girl.

“It’s fine. As long as you’re happy,” he smiles back at her. “As long as he’s good to you, that’s all I care about.”

All I care about. Pshh, I still want to hit him. My hand twitches, begging to connect with his smug fucking face.

He extends his hand out to me. “Congratulations. You’ve got an amazing girl.” I already know that.

Layne looks at me and narrows her eyes. I’ll play nice with the pizza maker. “Thanks, man! I’m just glad that I finally convinced her to move in. Day of the wedding and last minute, but better than never.”

Roman’s face drops. “Oh, you’re moving out too?” His voice cracks, restraining his disappointment.

Layne elbows me in the side, letting me know her displeasure in my spilling the beans. “Yeah. I know I’m month to month, and I can cover next month, so you guys have time to rent it out.”

While they’re going back and forth about the apartment, I check my watch and it’s already eleven. Only four and a half hours until we’re married. “I hate to butt in, but we have only a few hours before the ceremony. Would you text us if there is anything you need for later?” Roman sneers but nods and congratulates Layne again. I take her hand and walk her back to the car. After getting her situated, I put the rest of the totes in.

“I don’t like that guy,” pulling out of the alley and staring at him from the rearview mirror, “I have a strange feeling that he would have pushed you too far someday.”

Layne scoffs at my words, “No, he wouldn’t have. Atlas always said that he was in love with me. I just never saw Roman that way.” My sweet, naïve love. The drive is silent with the exception of Layne humming along to the music from the radio. We pull back onto the warehouse property, gravel crunching under the tires. She looks up at the loft as I pull around to the doors.

“Do you think we can expand this place? We would need more space if we have kids. You know actual bedrooms, and another bathroom. Somewhere for them to play.”

I turn to look at her, grinning from ear to ear. “You keep bringing up these hypothetical children. Is the idea growing on you, baby?” Please fucking say yes, because there is nothing more that I want then to see her perfect body round with our baby. My cock twitches in my jeans.

Whoa there, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Let’s go get married, celebrate, and then, while you’re balls deep inside me later tonight, we can revisit this conversation.” She flashes me a bright smile as she gets out of the car.

We don’t need to revisit the conversation. Layne is going to be having all my babies someday, soon. I know it and so does she.

Chapter twenty-one

Layne

“Can you keep still?” Atlas is with me in the judge’s office helping me into the very dramatic, Gothic, black wedding dress. When Atlas said he knew the perfect dress, he wasn’t lying. He’s struggling with the corset top. “I wish these were the clip style rather than laces.” He whines, tugging it, leaving me out of breath.

“Well,” I gasp, “you were the one to pick the dress.” Atlas nudges me forward. A sniffle echoes throughout the room. “Oh no! You don’t get to cry.” I turn around to face him and he has a smile plastered on his face, tears running down his cheeks. He turns me back around so he can finish tightening up the bodice.

Medieval bitches were tough as shit because this fucking sucks. I just hope I don’t pass out during our vows from lack of oxygen.

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