Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Not when they’re paying a half a million dollars for this wedding, and I’m the one that’ll get the bad review if this goes south.”
My gut clenched. “You spent how much?”
Her mouth thinned. “You heard me.”
“You don’t still have my credit cards, do you?” I gasped, worry etching my face.
She closed her mouth and shrugged.
“If I find one single cent of mine paying for this wedding, I will ruin you,” I crowded her. “I have no loyalty to you. I have absolutely none. Trust me. You burned every single bridge that would ever make you a mother to me, so I will lose not a single second of sleep turning you into the police for fraud, and filing a freakin’ lawsuit against you if I have to…and I’ll leave you a negative review on Facebook.”
She gasped, “You wouldn’t.”
Seriously? Out of all the things I’d said, it was the negative review on Facebook that caused her to gasp in outrage?
“All right, ladies and gentlemen. I’d just like you all to remember that you should definitely watch your wives and husbands around these two. They’re a fine pair, and they don’t care if you’re family or not. Nobody’s relationship is safe around them.”
Those words sounded in my ears, but I didn’t take my eyes off of my mother as she stared at me in scorn.
“I didn’t use your credit cards, but you should probably call and cancel them, because I know for a fact that you still have everything stored in your joint account on Amazon, where a lot of it came from.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Though, I had nothing to do with that. The bride provided it all for me, and said her ‘fiancé’ gave her free reign with his account.”
My mouth thinned. “I’ll take care of that.”
And boy, would I.
I was going to go to the police department tomorrow and file charges against the woman.
And if I could sneak in any other charges while I was at it, I’d do that, too.
“So, in conclusion, I would like you all to know that I have a motorcycle for sale. The seat’s gone, but the rest of it is in perfectly working order,” the man I was about to leave with, said.
I found my second smile of the night.
I’d heard the story while I was listening to my mother, but I didn’t expect him to sell his motorcycle.
I presumed he was going to just replace the seat.
Obviously not.
***
Truth
Twelve hours later
Vegas wasn’t a good idea.
I wasn’t really sure how we ended up here, either.
I think it was actually the airline’s fault.
I mean, honestly, why the hell did they offer flights to Vegas at all hours of the night?
And why the fuck did they sell tickets to drunk people? Because that was what Verity and I were…drunk as skunks.
We were in Vegas now and drinking even more.
Apparently, it wasn’t illegal to have open containers while walking down the strip in Vegas...or if it was, none of the cops stopped us.
Then again, I’d seen quite a few other things that were clearly more pressing than two individuals with open containers.
Such as the man riding his unicycle naked, yelling something about how everyone was going to die since tonight was the end of the world.
Then there was the old lady with her tits tucked into her pants running around with a ‘Kill all extraterrestrials’ flag.
That one had been more traumatizing than any war I’d ever seen.
I could deal with blood, guts and gore, no problem. I apparently could not handle an overweight elderly woman with her nipples poking out where her vagina should be, though.
“There!” the woman at my side demanded, smacking me on the arm.
I turned to survey the chapel that she wanted to enter.
“That’s a chapel,” I told her. “Why do you want to go there?”
“Because I just saw two motorcycles pull in, and I want to know why.”
And that was how, in a completely unplanned, surprise turn of events, we got married by a couple of bikers.
I was still dressed exactly in what I’d been wearing at the previous wedding I’d attended. A pair of faded blue jeans that I used to work in, a black t-shirt, biker boots, and my cut.
The woman at my side, however, had changed.
Into a strapless number made purely of leather, that did fucking amazing things for her already banging body.
Full, perky tits spilled out of the top of the dress.
It hugged the curves of her rounded hips before coming to a stop at the top of her tanned thighs.
Yeah, I wasn’t completely blaming the alcohol for the reason I married her.
I would, however, blame the way she was completely murdering that dress with how she filled it.
I didn’t normally go for a full-figured woman.
But this woman, my God was she stunning.
She was absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous, and I let my dick do the thinking.