Page 60 of The Bourbon Bargain

“I wanted to fuck you like that the first time you entered this garden,” I admit, dipping my head into her neck and breathing the words against her skin. “I thought of your red lipstick leaving a print around my cock, too. I was already imagining all the ways I could corrupt you, even then.”

The blush that blooms across her cheeks is gorgeous, and I kiss her face on each pink spot. I pull back and turn her toward the door.

“You told your mom you only needed a few minutes and I’m pretty sure we’ve already surpassed that. Time to get you dressed and send you back to her.”

Paige pouts her kiss-reddened lips but obliges, pulling the door open and heading down the hall to the flat.

“Will you at least shower with me, first?” she calls over her shoulder at me.

I follow her through the door, my long strides quickly overtaking hers.

“As you wish.”

I scoop her up into my arms and enter the flat, dead set on making sure she’s squeaky clean and ready for her wedding day. And I might as well throw in a little more fucking while I’m at it.

thirty

The Atlanta Haute List

BillionairesBringHellToSleepy Savannah

My, my, my. Our favorite billionaire brothers sure know how to throw a party that raises hell! In a fête fit for the king of the underworld himself, The Abyss Nightclub became a den of iniquity for the evening. Revelers were treated to sexy mischief, lingerie-clad angels, fire-breathing devils, burlesque performances, and a dance-off judged by none other than Hayes Olsen and his radiant queen, Paige Fairchild, both sporting black crowns for the evening and looking regal as hell.

It seems Payton and Zander had a few tricks up their sleeve to surprise big brother Hayes the night before his reported second wedding ceremony we have been led to expect will take place on New Year’s Eve. Partygoers were treated to every last sin and vice they could imagine for a decadent night of indulgence and fun. It is reported that the king and queen of the underworld were only present for a portion of the evening, though. We wouldn’t be surprised if they had their own celebrating to indulge in after witnessing all of the delights that hell can supply.

Notably, all three brothers slipped away mid-way through the night, leaving the club a free-for-all to the delight of hedonists in attendance. The photos that were sent in are five chili peppers spicy and we’re here for it!

What could have torn the brothers away from the hellish pleasures so soon? Our haute tip line has a few suggestions that we are looking into now, and it’s all work and no play, unfortunately.

It looks like Olympus International was at the center of a corporate sabotage plot and narrowly avoided another industrial accident at the thirteenth hour. Our Hautie informants even claim that Olympus International’s previous industrial troubles may have also been the work of interlopers dead set on bringing down our favorite billionaire brothers.

We won’t stand for that nonsense! The tip line is open and we’re intent on clearing the Olsen name for good. Send us your theories, tips, and stories, and we’ll start digging. Hit Like and Subscribe for all the haute gossip!

thirty-one

Hayes

Thewaterfallisbubblinggently next to me, blending with the sounds of the string quartet set up near the pomegranate tree Paige loves, and I’m shifting from foot to foot like I’m nervous.

Because I fucking am.

Chairs are scattered throughout the garden between paths and plants, each one wreathed in flowers and filled with a family member or friend who made the merciless cuts to the guestlist as someone we absolutely wouldn’t want to miss out on having at this ceremony. That said, it’s a small crowd. Even Cerberus is here, patiently sitting at my side wearing a bow tie around his massive neck and looking so proud of himself. The only one missing is my beautiful wife, and I know I’ll be put out of my misery of waiting up here with all eyes on me in mere moments.

The quartet finishes one song and there is a lull in the music before they start on Paige’s ceremony song next. She picked a Taylor Swift song, making me listen to it on repeat for a few days to make sure I liked it, too. I pretended indifference, but Taylor’s a true musician and I ended up liking it. I can hear the words toWildest Dreamsin my head as the quartet plays and have to keep myself from mouthing along.Thisis the influence Paige has on me. I’m a fucking bona fide Swiftie now.

Movement on the path from the elevator vestibule draws the crowd’s attention, and everyone rises as Paige appears on the arm of her father. He is whispering to her and she smiles, beaming up at him as they begin their slow procession through the plants and flowers of the garden.

I swallow the thick lump in my throat as I take her in, once again in a white gown, glowing against the greenery and sunset-streaked sky seen through the lightly fogged windows as she comes toward me. Her dress is fitted, clinging to her shapely body and flaring out at her thighs, made of some soft-looking lace material that trails behind her. The straps are off the shoulder and as she gets closer, I can see they are made to look like vines and leaves. The neckline is low, rounding over the tops of her breasts in a way that is so fucking sexy, yet still manages to be modest, and I fall in love with her all over again.

As my eyes trail up her body, I’m struck dumb when I see her face, a soft smile on her red lips and her bright jade eyes fixed on me. I feel my own mouth raising into a smile as our eyes meet and wipe away the hint of moisture in the corner of my eye. It must be the damn humidity in this greenhouse or something.

When Paige and William make it to the edge of the waterfall’s pool we’ve deemed our altar, they stop and turn to me as the music slowly ends.

“Who gives this woman to be with this man?” Judge Whitaker asks in his genteel voice that booms through the now silent garden.

“Her mother and I do,” William responds, taking Paige’s hand from his arm and placing it in mine. He turns and takes a seat next to Caroline, who is barely composed, her cheeks already streaked with tears. She’s probably regretting ever pushing for this second wedding, or maybe she’s wishing she had never insisted on Paige having a debutante party that ended up being here at The Abyss which allowed us to meet in the first place.

No matter what she wishes, I am grateful for this opportunity to marry my beautiful bride again. I turn my attention back to Paige.

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