Page 40 of Be My Bride

And the kiss flashes in my head.

Asia’s soft lips. Her sweet fragrance. That quiet little moan…

Damn.

I slam my fist against the wall.

She’s downstairs making up with her ex. If she goes back to him, it’ll be Thad’s scrawny fingers that get to wrap around her waist.

Thad’s beady eyes soaking in the sight of her gorgeous smile.

Thad pressing his lips to hers.

Throwing her on the bed.

Shoving those sweet, thighs apart.

My nails dig into my palms as the water flows over me.

I can’t freaking take this.

Lathering myself with the tiny soap, I rinse off quickly and jump out of the shower.

Not stopping to dry my hair, I dress in a pair of khakis and a T-shirt over a simple blazer. Grabbing my wallet and keycard, I head downstairs.

My phone lights up with a call when I’m in the elevator.

It’s Tierra.

I answer. “What?”

“We leave you for one day and you go and get married?”

“Now’s not a good time, T.”

“We’re coming over.”

“I’ll be gone.”

“If you want to see another day, you’ll be at the door with bells on.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I know.”

The reason I chose a separate hotel was because I didn’t want the Make It Marriage crew all up in my business. They’re a fun group of couples, but I don’t necessarily belong.

Plus I knew I’d need space from Brett and his judgmental glances.

I didn’t know those judgmental glances would be warranted this time, but you live and you learn.

“I’ve got everything under control.”

“My favorite celebrity blogger says otherwise. By the way, is your wife around or did she run off with half your money?”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you read.” The elevator lands in the lobby.

“Brett is fuming.”

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