Page 61 of His to Bedevil

“Did you smoke a cigar today?” I look up all starry-eyed and ask him.

I didn’t know he was even talking to someone until he stops and looks down at me. At first, I’m afraid he’s going to be mad that I may have interrupted something important, until he smiles back at me. Amusement dancing in his eyes. “I did,mi amor. Before the ceremony. Do you hate the smell?”

I sigh again and rest my head on his upper arm, closing my eyes. “Not at all. It smellssogood.Yousmellsogood.”

Alejo says something else to whoever the hell he was talking to, then he’s in front of me, his arms around my waist with his hands resting on the top of my ass. I want him to grab it. I want him to grab me. Go completely carnal and obscene. “You’ve had a lot of champagne today,” he accuses, but again doesn’t seem mad as he keeps smiling at me.

“You’re extremely handsome. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful man as you.” His golden eyes shine in the dark, and the candlelight reflects off of his bronzed skin. What a beautiful creature.

“And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Prettier than Ivanka?” Just saying her name makes me pernicious.

His warm smile doesn’t waver. “She doesn’t even compare, my love. No one does. You shine brighter than the sun.”

Swooooon.I could just wilt in his arms right now. But I think I’m still supposed to hate him. Or at least not like him. He’s done horrible stuff to me. And my friend. Hehasmy friend. I think I need to lay off the champagne.

“Dance with me?” I cock an eyebrow at him, shocked that Alejandro dances at all. Although, he did dance with me right before he stole me away from my lonely life. I remember his hands on me, burning me. His hips grinding into me, his desire for me made pellucid when he ground his erection against my ass. “You’re blushing,mi amor,” his voice rumbles in my ear, giving me goose bumps.

Swallowing hard, I let him lead me out onto the dance floor as a slow song begins to play. As if on cue. As he rests one hand on my lower back, I rest one hand on his broad shoulder and place the other one in his hand. We begin slowly swaying to the music as we both stare into each other’s eyes. No matter how hard I try, I can’t look away. His gaze completely holds me hostage, breaking my last resolve. Right now, he owns me and my body.

“Did you enjoy yourself today?” His voice breaks the spell, and I manage to tear my gaze away from his to look around. Trying to find myself some kind of distraction.

The scenery sure is beautiful, but the company we have makes it feel stuffy. If I were to ever imagine my wedding day, I’d picture salsa music playing as my new husband and I dance the night away. I’d picture myself smiling and laughing nonstop and not being able to keep my hands off my man. I’d be retelling the romantic story of how my husband got down on one knee to propose to me, and everyone would gush over it. I’d stare up at him in adoration as he spun me around on the dance floor, making me feel like we were dancing in the clouds.

“It wasn’t terrible,” I finally admit out loud. Nuzzling my cheek into his chest, I let out another sigh.

“Are you tired, my love?” His chest vibrates from the baritone of his voice, tickling my cheek.

“No.” My fingers toy with the dark hair at his nape. I don’t even remember moving my hand there. “I’m not yet tired.” I hum as I inhale his scent once again. “I kind of like the way you smell, Alejo. I want to hate it, but I don’t.” I want to hateyou, but I don’t.

“I’m glad you don’t,” he says as if he could hear my inner thoughts.

The song ends and turns into something more upbeat. Peeling myself off of his chest, I glance up at him. We’ve stopped swaying, and the people around us seem to disappear. Leaving only him and me. He’s wearing a solemn expression, but the heat in his expression is oozing. Can he feel the heat coming from mine? He must because his eyes dilate, and I fear that he might lift up my dress and take me right here on the dance floor. And you know what? I might not even stop him.

Fight… I’m a fighter.I have to remember that. Clearing my throat, I look away. “I need to use the restroom.”

He drops the hand he was still holding and loosens his arm around my waist. “I’ll send one of my men with you.” His voice is tight as if he’s agitated.

“I’ll escort the lovely bride.” Lucas pops up out of nowhere with a smirk on his face.

Alejo nods at him then gives me one last look before he turns and walks away. Something in his face resembling pain tugs at those strings connected to him. Tearing my eyes away from Alejo’s retreating form, I look up at Lucas. “You look nice in a tux,” I say with a smile as I take Lucas’s offered arm.

“And you look beautiful in a wedding dress,” he says in a warm tone, even though he’s wearing a stony expression. I can see how he’s perspicacious and cognizant of his surroundings. Prepared for anything and ready to protect. That’s what Alejo said he is best at.

He escorts me inside and stands watch outside of the bathroom, and I realize I won’t exactly be able to do this on my own. I need someone or, like, two someones to hold up my dress for me so I can pee. Poking my head out of the bathroom, I look at Lucas and give him a pout. “I need help.” He raises his eyebrows and grimaces. I roll my eyes at him. “Not by you obviously. I need a woman, preferably Juanita or your mother, to help hold my dress so I can pee.”

“I could help.” My eyes snap to the tall blonde bombshell. Ivanka. She smiles, and it reminds me of a snake. She turns her icy gaze on Lucas, giving him a brilliant smile. “Lucas, darling. You promised me a dance,” she purrs, and places a hand on his arm, batting her fake eyelashes.

He gives her half a smile. “The night isn’t over yet, Ivanka.”

Gag.“Thanks for the offer, but I’d prefer, well, anyone else but you,” I say with a cloying smile.

Her cold gaze turns back to me, and her smile drops. I see Lucas cough into his fist, but it’s obvious it was to cover up a chuckle. She gives me that cold once-over again, and I try standing a little taller. I don’t want her judgment. “Well, it looks like it’s either me or Lucas.”

Looking around, I see that she’s right, and I’m literally about to burst. But hell no am I letting her in this bathroom with me. “If I were to let you in this bathroom with me, you won’t be coming out of it.” I slam the door shut and clench my fists.Fucking whore.I am so close to kicking her ass just for the fun of it.

Well, I can’t hold the dress up all on my own, so I’ll just have to take it off, imprecating the ice queen out there as I struggle to try and reach the zipper on the back. Somehow I’m able to reach it and pull it down. The dress pools at my feet, and I’m standing there in just my white silk panties and white stilettos. Stepping out of the dress, I do my business then wash my hands. Getting the zipper down was a lot easier than getting it back up. After several attempts at twisting my arm back and up at unnatural angles, I realize I do need help with this.

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