Page 28 of The Best Man

Then again, he’s Marcus Peterson. It’s probably not the craziest thing he’s ever convinced someone to go along with.

I shouldn’t smile so fondly thinking about that, but damn, it impresses me. He can make anyone do anything. I don’t get it, but I love it.

I was a sane person until yesterday, though, so there’s still a sliver of doubt as I walk the stone path to where we planned to have our pictures taken.

But I was a fool to ever doubt him.

My handsome almost-husband stands in front of the fountain waiting for me, his dark hair slicked back, looking like a million dollars in his well-tailored suit.

He smiles at the sight of me, his warm gaze traveling over my body.

He looks at me like he loves me more than Joey ever did, and I’ve only been his for a single day.

His presence here leads me to believe I’m going to be his forever.

“Is it done?” I ask hopefully.

He grabs me around the waist, pulling my body against his. “You bet it is.”

“Really?”

He leans in so our foreheads are touching. “You doubted me?”

“Not really,” I confess. “I just don’t know how you do it.”

“I’m a persuasive man, what can I say?” he teases, then he kisses me.

“Um, careful with her hair,” the photographer says, since his fingers are in my bun again. “We don’t want to ruin the pictures.”

“Fuck the pictures,” Marcus grumbles hungrily against my lips.

My tummy thrills and I grin against his mouth. “Joey would never say that.”

“Fuck him, too,” he murmurs, his grip tightening. There’s no true malice in it, though. I know Joey is his brother and he loves him, and I don’t know how we’ll begin to approach life going forward because of that odd obstacle. Not only are they family, but Marcus is in line to take over the family business, and Joey works under him. There’s literally no way we can avoid it being terribly awkward.

At least, no way that I can see.

If there is one, I’m sure Marcus will find it.

He always finds a way to get what he wants.

Chapter Nine

This is so awkward.

I swallow, trying to calm my racing heart.

Beside me stands the original Marcus Peterson… my future father-in-law.

Also the man whose cock was in my mouth last night while my groom claimed my pussy.

Awkward.

“You feeling okay about this?”

I’m startled that he’s speaking to me. He approached with Charlotte so I was able to avoid speaking directly to him or meeting his gaze. I got by on polite smiles I tossed in his general direction.

But since I don’t have a father to walk me down the aisle and my mother isn’t even here, Joey thought it would be nice for his father to give me away.

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