Page 22 of Call You Mine

The feeling of someone watching me becomes overbearing and I know she must feel it too when the both of us turn to findAce glaring in our direction from his spot at the round cocktail table placed at the edge of the gardens beside us. Sebastian and Jade are at his side, also watching us closely.

“You better go back to your husband before he goes all alpha on me in the middle of my best friend's wedding. I am the Best Man after all, it wouldn’t be me getting dragged out of here.”

She chuckles, blowing a kiss in Ace’s direction before turning toward me once more. “Fine, I will leave you to your Best Man duties. I am sure those include working on that speech I know you have not prepared.”

We both laugh knowing she’s right. I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m going to say.

Before she walks away, she turns back to me. “But one thing I still don’t understand is how you ended up here with her? You and Wynter never once spoke during our time at Servite. Not to mention she’s been gone the past three years. When did you guys start talking?”

“We’re not,” I reply.

Scar scoffs, irritated by my less than willingness to answer her nosy ass questions. “Now don’t patronize me by lying to me because I’ve also known you for a long time, Damon, and if you can see through all my bullshit, I can sure as fuck see right through yours.”

A laugh escapes me at how well she knows exactly what I was trying to do. And to think I once thought this was the girl for me. It would have never worked. We’re too fucking similar.

“We ran into each other when she came back into town a few days ago,” I lie. “And when we found out we were both coming to the wedding, we figured since neither one of us had a date, then why not come together.”

As if summoned by the devil himself, Ace suddenly appears beside us, wrapping his arms around Scar’s waist and bringing her in for a passionate kiss. I roll my eyes at his overt displayof PDA, clearly marking the woman as his. As if the ring on her finger, or the child currently running around here along with the one in her stomach, aren’t enough.

“Ahem,” I clear my throat at the same time Jade and Bass come over to join us.

“Damon Drake,” Jade mutters, walking over to me. “You son of a bitch,” she whispers in my ear, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I place a soft kiss on her cheek. “It’s good to see you too, Wolfe.”

Behind her, Bass groans and I swear these guys are so fucking temperamental. I pull Jade in closer just to poke the fucking bear.

“Someone has to tell these guys the fact you both carried their children means you are off limits,” I murmur against her.

“Yeah, but the growling is so fucking hot.” Jade laughs and I release her, but not before she murmurs something only I can hear. “Wynter, really? I always knew you were a little whore, Drake, but fuck man, you sure know how to pick them.”

I have no time to respond, not that I need to explain myself, but fuck, they’re really getting to me acting like my being here with Wyn means we’re next to walk down the fucking aisle.

“So, you brought my sister?” Ace grunts, stepping up to me with his chest puffed out and an arm still snaked around Scarlett’s waist.

Scarlett saves her husband from whatever bullshit answer I was about to give him. “He says it means nothing. Just a mere coincidence,” she says, sarcasm clear in her tone. The woman smirks at me like she knows the excuse I gave her is a load of bullshit. “Apparently, the two of them ran into each other and decided since they were both coming here, it would make total sense to come together.”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Anger flares in Ace’s eyes as he glares at me with only one thing on his mind. Murder. But just as I’m about to respond, Wynter comes rushing toward us, grabbing me by the arm and tugging me toward where her mother stands a few feet away.

“You’re wrong Willa,” Wyn says, turning to face her mother. “I don’t have to meet any of the men you’ve deemed appropriate suitors. I’m no longer a child you can manipulate to your will. Besides, even if I wanted to play along with your archaic match making, I have a boyfriend.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Wyn?” Ace shouts out, releasing Scar only to step closer to us. “And what the fuck are you still doing here?” he asks his mother.

Terror flashes in Wynter’s eyes at her brother’s reaction, but she quickly blinks it away, feigning confidence as her arm wraps around mine. Despite the determined look in her eyes, I can feel her trembling against me.

“Damon and I are together,” she says, like it’s not a fucking bomb she’s just detonated.

“You’re what?” the entire group shouts out in unison, equally astounded expressions on all their faces. I bite my tongue to hide my own stunned reaction.

What the fuck is going on here?

Wynter’s eyes meet mine in a silent plea to follow her little game and play along. Not this time. You just crossed the fucking line, Princess.

Her hands move to wrap around my left bicep, my muscles straining beneath my suit jacket as her delicate fingers rub back and forth, anxiously caressing me. The subtle movement sends a sharp pang of desire straight to my cock, making me shift uncomfortably in my pants to hide the evidence.

Wynter scoffs like she’s the only sane one around. “Damon and I are together. I don’t get what part of that was hard to understand.”

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