Page 64 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

The next hour was a blur. Never ending faces coming to congratulate us. When we finally sat down at the head of the table designated for the wedding party, I couldn’t possibly shove one piece of food into my mouth. What the hell did I get myself into?

But then, I glanced at Brandon with his shiny and happy blue eyes, smiling at everyone and I knew I did the right thing.

“Livy,” he asked me excited. “Does that mean we’ll live here forever?”

I took a sip of the champagne. I didn’t want to raise his hopes but couldn’t quite answer that question without arousing suspicion.

“Yes, here and in London,” Alexander answered instead and my head whipped to him. “You and Liberty will live here forever.”

“Brandon, sweetie,” I started. “Can you go get me some water, please?”

He nodded happily and took off. I noticed Maxim approaching, but I didn’t care whether he heard this or not.

“This is a business arrangement. It isn’t real,” I drained through my teeth. “Don’t get Brandon pulled into this mess.”

Layla ran over right at the same time.

“This wedding is fabulous, you two!” she exclaimed. “I knew something was brewing between you guys. Probably started at the nightclub, ha?” I wondered what she was trying to do since she knew exactly why we were getting married. “Although I have to say, I am surprised which brother you were marrying, Liberty. I thought you said you liked Maxim better.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled to myself.Why would she ever say this?

“What?” she asked, a slight glint in her eyes. She was up to something. “You said you preferred Maxim over snobby and stuffy Alexander.”

I swore Alexander stiffened next to me and I put my hand on my head.

Maxim laughed and added, “Gee, sis,” he teased. “I wish I knew that earlier.”

“Although, I should have known,” Layla carried on. “I should have seen she was head over heels for Alexander at the nightclub.”

I shook my head. “Stop it,” I hissed. “Everyone, just stop it.”

An announcement came in at that moment. “First dance for Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Caldwell.”

This time I stiffened, hearing my new name. I wanted all of this to end. Why did it have to be a glamorous wedding? We should have just done something simple in a courthouse.

He took my hand and we both rose as we started for the dancefloor.

“Don’t you think this is going a bit overboard, Alexander?” I asked, never losing the smile on my face.

And then Jason Aldean’s song “You Make It Easy” came on. My smile faltered and my eyes went to his.

“You said next time you’d dance with me it would be to this song.”

He pulled me closer until our bodies touched, fire consuming every inch of my skin, causing an ache between my thighs. This was starting off badly.

Or just perfectly,my mind retorted. Never in a million years would I have guessed he’d remembered that.

He led me as we danced to the song, my heart aching with memories that were flooding back. The song brought on sadness, hope and happy memories, all at once. It made me feel like Lena, Larry, and my mother were still with me. We danced, our bodies moving together in harmony like we did this many times before.

“Alexander,” I murmured softly, careful not to let anyone hear us. “We rushed this and we never talked about boundaries and expectations in further detail than those few messages.”

He didn’t say anything, his face calm as always.

“We agreed not to put Brandon through more changes. I assumed Brandon and I would continue living in my place. We should have discussed living arrangements. And we never really said how long we’d do this for.”

“We just got out of the church and you already want to discuss how long the marriage will last?” he asked in his calm voice, but my sixth sense was screaming at me, warning me there was a volcano underneath that calm. There was more to this man than his calm exterior.

“And why did we have to do a church wedding?” I whispered the question. “Getting a divorce through the church is a pain. Not to mention when we decide to get married for real, it will be almost impossible to do it in church again.”

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