Page 64 of She Was Mine First

I stood at the same time as the person I least expected walked into her bedroom.

“There’s my girl,” Beau announced, grabbing the swell of her back. He pulled her into a deep kiss.

This motherfucker.

It was only then he turned around to look at me. “Hey, man. I must have got the days confused. I thought you were arriving tomorrow.”

Liar.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“That makes two of us. I thought she finally got rid of you.”

“Ethan,” Livvy stressed in that tone I hated when it came to him.

He scoffed out a snide chuckle. “Oh, so she didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

I should have seen this coming, but then again it wouldn’t have mattered. Nothing ever did when it came to her and I.

In four words, he put an end to what could have been our beginning by revealing…

“We’re moving in together.”

ChapterNineteen

Ethan

Twenty-Eight Years Old

“I need you, Ethan.”

I immediately asked, “What’s with all the cryptic? Are you alright?”

“I’ve never been better.” She paused for a moment, and I could sense her hesitation.

“You think you can take time off from work for the next week?”

“Not until you tell me why?” I cautiously waited for I don’t know what.

“I just need my best friend.”

I abruptly sat up, about to respond, but she would have knocked me on my ass if I wasn’t already sitting down. It all happened so fast, yet it still seemed as if it played out in slow motion.

She unexpectedly revealed, “I’m getting married.”

“What—”

She cut me off, bluntly adding…

“And I need you to be my man of honor.”

The memory of that phone call with Livvy played on repeat in my mind for the past four days since she told me. There I was on my private plane to fucking France. The ten-hour flight was painful, to say the least, and the last hour was almost crippling.

Livvy and Beau were getting married in Château d'Esclimont Castle, and their weeklong extravagant wedding celebration began this evening with their engagement/welcome party. They had some festivity planned daily, ending with their ceremony and wedding on the last day.

Not only did I have to endure my best friend getting married to the wrong man, but I had to be fucking part of everything since I was Livvy’s man of honor. She emailed me the itinerary. From the bridal party to the bridal shower to the bridal luncheon and farewell. Including the bridal and bachelor nights that were a day apart.

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