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“You’re terrible.” I chuckled.
“I’m effective,” she quipped. “So call up Roman and do you.”
“He’s actually in the car waiting to see me. He never left.”
I glanced at the exit like I could see straight through the wall into the parking lot.
“Of course he is,” Danica said, satisfied, then tucked a curl back behind my ear exactly the way our mother used to. Then, included, “Go. Your ride’s waiting. I’ll wrap up here and make sure the DJ packs his ego with his cables.”
“Thank you, sis. What would I do without you?”
Danica smirked. “Probably be in jail on a reality show calledBridezillas: Felony Edition.”
We both laughed, then she squeezed my fingers. “Tomorrow, we cut the head off the lie. Tonight, you get your mind right.”
I nodded then placed the earrings back in because pageantry mattered until it didn’t. Afterward, I headed toward the doors, texting Roman.
Me: On the way.
I slid into the passenger seat, shut the door, and just sat there for a minute, hands still flat on my thighs, letting the weight of the night burn off me.
Roman glanced over, reading my face like it was written for him alone.
“You good, baby?” he asked, low and slow, placing his hand on the back of my neck.
“No, I’m not good,” I admitted, then turned in my seat, faced him fully, eyes locked on his. “And I’m not going to Danica’s tonight.”
His brow arched. “No? So wheredoyou plan on staying?”
“I’m staying with you,” I simply stated. “And when we get there, you’re gonna fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else in your life. I mean ruin-my-voice, shake-my-soul, break-your-bed frame. I want to feel you tomorrow when I’m walking down that aisle in front of everybody. I want them toseeit on me.”
His chuckle was deep.
Roman reached over, gripped my jaw and brushed his thumb across my lip.
“Kam, the way you talk when you’re mad makes my dick harder than when you moan. You sure you’re ready for what you just asked for? I told you I don’t do half-ass.I’ll fuck you so good you’ll be looking at that wedding crowd tomorrow, wondering why you even showed up.”
“Then do it,” I challenged, not breaking eye contact.
Roman smirked, then started the engine. “Buckle up,Mrs. Almost-Mine. Tonight, I’m putting an expiration date on thatalmost.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
KAMIRA
Today wasn’t just any day; it was ‘the’ day we had all been eagerly counting down to for months.
I stood in front of the mirror, studying the flawless work of the makeup artist. My face looked like it belonged on the cover of a bridal magazine—smooth skin, soft glow, lashes fanned just right. But in my chest? It wasn’t joy. I wished all that perfection was for a different occasion, one that didn’t feel like I was walking into war instead of love.
My phone buzzed against the counter. I grabbed it, and Roman’s name lit up the screen.
Roman: Last night still on your mind? ’Cause it’s sure as hell on mine. That lil’ sexy ass moan you let slip? Yeah, baby… that shit’s stuck on replay. My favorite song—and only I get to play it.
Heat curled low in my belly before I could roll my eyes at him.
Leaveit up to Roman to be freaky when I’m an hour from chaos.
Before I could even type back, another message came.
