Page 7 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess
"You're the epitome of punctuality," he jokes sarcastically. "How many alarms did you have to turn off this morning?"
"Nine."
"Nine?" he asks, shocked.
"I just hate getting up so early. Why does he schedule the meeting at such an ungodly hour?" The sun feels like it rose just five minutes ago. "A week ago, I’d just been coming home at this hour. And I already suffer by jetlag from hell," I complain.
"Hey, we specifically scheduled our wedding for last weekend so it would work with your timing," he points out.
"And I'm really grateful for that. I wanted to enjoy New York to the fullest and thoroughly say goodbye to all the amenities." I can't help but grin broadly as I say this.
"The eternal bachelor."
"You know it."
"Stephanie has a lot of friends, I could ask her..."
"Definitely not."
"Well, I know that some of the bridesmaids found you damn hot," he reminds me.
I did notice that, but they were practically family. I've known Marc since school and Stephanie is a very good friend, so her cousins, sisters, and friends are part of the inner circle.Never fuck the company,as they so nicely say. I count them among the company, so no, it would be kind of weird. So, I’m not even touching that.
"London has beautiful women and tourists. And if I feel like a hot Italian, I can just hop on a plane to Rome."
"Do you feel like a second bet?" Marc sounds excited, but I sense trouble.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On whether I have a hundred% chance of winning it. Otherwise, I'm not getting involved."
I handle my private life the same as I do my job:Risk minimizes my interest.
"Coward," he provokes me.
"Alright, shoot!" I am goaded. Least I can do is listen to what he has to say.
"In a year at the latest, you'll have a woman you want to marry."
I start laughing and almost miss the exit because of it.
"I'll do my best find the perfect woman for you," he adds.
"That'll be a full-time job that'll be ultimately hopeless," I promise him.
"Yeah, resist all you want, but in the end, I'll set you up with someone and you'll be happy. Just like me."
"Not in this lifetime. Maybe in the next one. In this one, I'm just me."
And that is successful and always busy. If I ever get reincarnated, then I can deal with love and starting a family. But not now. Not in my current form.
"Since when do you believe in that stuff?" he asks.
"I don't."
"You're such an idiot," he says, and I grin.
