Page 120 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“I’m glad I’m here.”

His smile grew even wider. And he released a low breath.

“Shall we?” He gestured to the doorway.

Without hesitation, I replied. “We shall.”

My heart tugged as I took delicate steps towards my man. My hand looped in a loose hold with Matthew’s.

Soft classical music reached my ears. I fixed my gaze on Damien’s at the far end of the chapel, letting only the soft sound and the alluring feel of his gaze pull me towards the altar.

I could feel the stares of the few people present. But my gaze remained unwavering.

We’d wanted a small wedding, just family and a few friends, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the small numbers.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my bridesmaid, Sierra. In her sleeveless pink gown, she gave me a comforting smile. And Alex, the best man in his dark grey suit, shot me a small smile.

My heart fluttered wildly when I finally reached him, his gaze holding mine lovingly as we faced each other.

As the priest spoke, I let myself drown in the warmth of his alluring greys.

I watched with heavy eyes as Damien said his vows. Shortly after I did the same.

“...Do you, Renne Walker, take Damien Knight to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Damien Knight, take Renee Walker to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

Without taking his eyes off me, he stretched his hand toward Alex, and returned them to mine. I gazed, committing this moment to memory as he slowly slipped the large princess-cut diamond ring on my finger.

I breathed in satisfaction, stretching my hands to Sierra, who placed a ring in my palm.

I could feel his hot gaze on me as I slowly slipped the ring on his.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Without wasting time, he pulled me to him and pressed his lips against mine.

I sighed lovingly as his palms cupped my face.

My husband.

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Four months later…

“Damien!” I yelled for the umpteenth time.

Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs before I saw him.

“Baby.” He seemed to be out of breath. His hair was messy and the bags under his eyes were evident.

I was suddenly sad for stressing him. But all I just wanted was lukewarm water. And he just wouldn’t get the right temperature.

When I glanced at his hand and found it empty, my sadness was soon replaced with irritation.

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