Page 62 of His to Bedevil

Poking my head back out of the bathroom again, I notice Lucas is the only one standing out there now. “Um, I need your help.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “With…?”

“I had to take the dress off to pee, and I can’t get the zipper all the way back up. Can you please help?” I stick out my bottom lip in a pout.

His lips crack into a tiny grin, and he leaves his post to stand in the doorway. I turn around for him, and he zips it up the rest of the way for me. “There you go,princesa.”

I turn around, smiling. “Thank you.” He backs up a few steps to allow me to exit the bathroom all the way, and he grins back at me. When he offers me his elbow again, I wrap my fingers around his insanely large bicep, and we head back outside.

“So, what did Ivanka do to put herself on your radar?” Lucas asks as we near the party.

I sigh and roll my eyes. “She showed up in the room I was getting ready in before the ceremony and said some things.”

His gaze snaps to me, his head tilted down to be able to see me better. “She did?” I nod. “And Alejo knows this?”

“I told him on the way here.”

We both stop at the edge of where the venue actually starts. “Huh,” he says, and looks away as if he’s in deep thought.

“What?”

He looks back at me and schools his features to remain aloof. “Nothing. Save me a dance,princesa.” He lifts the back of my hand to his lips, and I arch an eyebrow. He gives it a soft kiss then releases me and walks away. He certainly is a charmer.

Time for some more champagne. My buzz is quickly wearing off. The bubbles were making me all cuddly with Alejo, but it’s better than letting my night sour like it will if I don’t get some more happy liquid inside of me.

I find one of the servers carrying a tray of champagne flutes with the bubbling liquid and snag two glasses off the tray. The server goes to walk away, but I hold a finger up, telling them to wait as I toss back one of the glasses and then place the empty glass on the tray. “Thank you,” I tell the server, and walk away with the other glass.

Walking around the reception, I admire all the fancy lights strung up over my head. Past the lights is the dark sky, littered with millions of stars. It’s a beautiful night tonight. Tilting my head back down, I sip my champagne as I look around the place. You would think I’d be uncomfortable standing here all alone, but I’m so used to being alone that I hardly even realize it.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the imprisonment was only foreplay to you two,” a deep voice says from beside me.

I whip my head around to glare at whoever the dauntless man is that dared approach me like this. “Excuse me?” My voice is incredulous-sounding. My mouth bobs open like a fish for a moment as I gawk at the man standing in front of me. The man is breathtaking. Like, not just handsome or beautiful, he’s eerily good-looking. As if he can’t possibly be real.

His dark hair is perfectly styled, not a hair out of place, tattoo ink peeking out of the collar of his tux and even some on the back of his hands. His dark-green eyes bore into mine as a small smirk hovers on his lips, barely perceptible.

“I’m Cedric.” He doesn’t hold his hand out for a proper greeting, so neither do I. Something about him has me cautious and on edge.

“I’m Irma,” I say flatly. Feeling a little awkward and partly inadequate.

One of his dark eyebrows arches upward, but the rest of his face remains the same. Relaxed, but prudent. Smug, but not conceited. “So, you’re sticking with Irma? No more Fynn?”

My eyebrows draw in as I narrow my eyes at him. “How—”

My voice stops when my eyes land on Alejo past Cedric’s large frame. It isn’t the sight of him looking sexy in his tux that ensnares me, it’s the woman standing awfully close to him that does it. “I’m seriously going to wring her scrawny neck,” I growl under my breath, not meaning to be heard.

“Although it would make some good entertainment, it would be bad for business.”

My attention snaps to him again. “Bad for business? I don’t have business with her.”

He sips his drink, his eyes dancing with amusement. “You do now. You’re Alejandro Martinez’s wife. His empire is also yours.” He pauses, and I look past him again to watch the encounter. Alejo doesn’t seem to be enjoying his time with her, but she is trying hard to get her claws on him. “A little word of advice.” His voice lowers several octaves, and he leans in, stealing my breath. “Don’t mess with Russians. They never play fair.”

Alejandro

“Ijust wanted to see the bride-to-be for myself. To see who the woman was that managed to steal your heart.” Ivanka bats her fake eyelashes at me, and I’ve never found her so unattractive before.

I used to instantly harden in her presence. With her large, real breasts, her long and slender legs, and her big pouty lips. I remember a time when Ivanka would look up at me with her icy blue eyes while she was on her knees for me, puffy lips wrapped around my cock. I used to thoroughly enjoy her, but now her nearness is loathsome. Now all I can do is compare her to Irma and see how much she just doesn’t compare. Irma’s small body fits mine perfectly, with her thick auburn waves and her slender but plush lips tasting so sweet it hurts my teeth.

My eyes begin to scan the crowd for my wife. “You will not ever corner her like that again.” My voice is low.

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