Page 97 of Filthy Savage

“Damn, this feels like some serious déjà vu.” He chuckles, his green eyes filled with mirth as his vision bounces between his brothers.

What the hell is he talking about? Though, if I’m being honest, I don’t want to know.

“Runs in the family.” Tynan smirks at Fionn, while I grow even more curious.

Nope. The less you know, the better.

“You ready to get that dress on?” Louise takes me out of my thoughts. “I can even do your hair if you’d like.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

My heart picks up speed when Fionn catches my gaze, his tight lips pulling at the corner. I grow warm as his body draws near, his mouth lowering to the shell of my ear.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife. Officially.”

His hot breath, those words slinking up my body, causes every inch of me to grow tight. My stomach flips as I play his words in my head—so full of meaning, they set my heart ablaze.

It’s almost enough to make me forget why this is all happening.

He lowers Fia, and she takes my hand as Louise ushers us upstairs. As I tread farther away, I can sense him watching me. Feel him in every crevice.

If I didn’t want him, maybe things would be easier. Maybe I wouldn’t have to reconcile these conflicting feelings. But I can’t seem to shut off the part of me that still wants him.

“Right this way.” Louise leads me up the spiral staircases and into a wide hallway, white doors on each side and a gray carpet lining the floors. Not a speck of dust anywhere in sight.

She opens the last door on the left, and Fia immediately runs in, squealing when she sees a puffy ivory lace dress on the black tufted bed.

But my eyes are stuck on the wedding gown hanging on the door of what I assume is the closet. It’s silk and strapless, tight at the waist, then flaring out in a semi-ballgown style. Simple, yet elegant. Exactly what I’d choose if I were doing this for real.

“It’s beautiful, right? It’s Vivienne Westwood. The family is good friends, so she flew this in from New York when he texted her last night.”

“Last night?”

“That’s right.” She smiles while I’m shaking from the shock of it all.

He planned this last night. He ordered me a wedding dress and got a priest.

I’m living in some kind of movie. That has to be it. And not the kind with a happily ever after.

“He also got you shoes.” She points to the corner. “I’ll be right outside if you need help zipping the dress.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Fia twirls, holding on to her dress, oblivious to my anxious state.

As soon as Louise is out the door, I have a moment to breathe.

It’s going to be okay. At least you won’t struggle with money. You won’t have to work those shitty jobs.

Well, except the vet clinic. I didn’t mind that.

I’ll have to call both jobs and quit. I feel terrible for not giving them notice, but I have no choice, apparently.

After this wedding, I’ll have to call the girls and tell them about this. Emily’s going to freak.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get your dress on.”

“Okay, Mama.” She cooperates while I slip it on, keeping her sandals.

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