Page 31 of Mr. Big Mistake
“Wait, wait, wait!” a woman cried out.
Brenden looked behind him as I peeked around his body, only to see a pudgy woman making her way down the stairs in heels that were much too big for her feet.
“My apologies. I’m so sorry. I just need your signatures on these documents, and we’ll be ready to go!” the woman exclaimed.
I furrowed my brow. “What documents?”
Brenden plucked the pen from the woman. “The waiver that states this isn’t actually real.”
The woman paused. “Wait, what?”
I held up my finger. “Why does she seem so confused?”
He handed me the pen. “Just sign at the bottom. I’ve already dated it for you.”
I looked over at the woman, and she quickly put a smile back on her face. I wasn’t so sure about everything, though.
“Just here, at the bottom,” she said.
I looked up at Brenden, and he smiled at me. And his smile melted my insides enough to go ahead and get the waiver signed. I scribbled my name on the paper before reaching for his coat. Then, I pulled him into the car beside me.
“Come on, handsome. We’ve got a reception to get to,” I said.
The woman waved at us. “Have fun! Congratulations!”
And even as Brenden pressed another kiss against my lips, the smallest part of me wondered why her ‘congratulations’ seemed so…
So…
Sincere.
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Brenden
“Come on. Let me at ‘em,” I said.
Kelly backed up. “No, no, no. You've carried me enough places.”
“And what kind of man would I be if I didn’t carry you across the threshold of our honeymoon suite?”
“You’d be the exact kind of man you were before all of this happened. Trust me, I’m hooked. You’ve got me on the line.”
I grinned. “That doesn’t mean I can’t spoil you, though. I mean, what newly-wedded man doesn’t want to spoil his wife?”
She sighed playfully. “Well, if you’re insisting.”
She jumped with a squeal, and I caught her as the elevator doors opened. The carpeted flooring ushered us down the empty hallway before two men standing on either side of the doors opened them for us. The sweet smell of wildflowers wafted up my nose, but it was nothing compared to the wondrous perfume Kelly decided to wear for our fake wedding day.
I was ready to devour her.
“Welcome to your honeymoon suite,” I said.
She gasped. “Holy shit, Brenden. This is amazing.”
I set her down. “Only the best for my bride.”
I looked back and nodded for the two men to close the doors. Then, I turned back and watched Kelly walk into the middle of the living room. The grand foyer greeted us with a crystal chandelier and a round, handmade wooden table topped with a large vase of wildflowers. Sprinkled with fake snow, just as I requested. I smiled as Kelly took in the sights. The double french doors that led out to a private terrace with a pool and a hot tub. The plush furniture with ornate wooden outlines that made it not only fashionable but sturdy. I walked over to the bottle of champagne resting in an iced silver tin on top of the minibar. I popped it open and poured us two flutes of champagne, then carried one over to her.
