Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
There’s a knock at the door, and I jump out of my skin.
“You okay?” Jules asks me. “You seem a little on edge.”
“I’m fine,” I say, heading to the door of the suite. “Was just so caught up in admiring the view. I’ll get the door.”
Luckily, Jules is getting dressed in the bedroom area, which can’t be seen from the door. I pull the door open and come face-to-face with Worth. The painted-on smile I’ve been trying to perfect all morning morphs into a real one.
“Hey,” I say. He looks hot as all holy fuck. The tux suits him. Maybe it’s because I know the body hiding beneath that sharply cut suit, but I’ve never seen a better-looking man. He’s had a shave, and his hair is pushed back. He looks like an Italian model or something.
“Hey,” he replies, grinning at me. We didn’t have much time to talk this morning. We were up most of the night not talking, and only woke with the alarm. Worth gave me a kiss that made me wet and needy, then left. “I have this for the bride.” He produces a jewelry box and hands it to me. These boys sure do like to spend their money on jewelry. “It’s from the groom,” he says.
“Worth?” Jules shouts from the bedroom. “What’s going on?”
“Just delivering a present,” he calls back. “Which can also double as a status check. How close to ready are you?” He looks me up and down, his eyes heating as his gaze trails the length of my body. “You look good enough to eat,” he whispers. “I’ll look forward to every bite later.”
I throb between my legs, ready for him instantly. I bite down hard on my bottom lip.
He growls and reaches for me, his hand skirting the inside of my thigh, traveling higher and higher.
“Worth wants to know how long we’ll be?” I call out, trying to hide the strain in my voice as his fingers find the lace of my underwear.
“We’re just zipping her into her dress,” Efa calls. Worth’s finger dips into my panties. “We’re two minutes away from being done.”
Worth removes his hand and puts his index finger in his mouth, then removes it with a pop. “Mmm,” he hums. “So sweet.”
Then he turns and strides down the hall, leaving me weak-kneed and flushed.
I let go of the door and turn, straightening my shoulders and swallowing. “I’m fine,” I whisper under my breath.
“Leo sent you a gift,” I say as I walk back into the bedroom area. I hand her the box.
Her eyes widen. She opens the red box to reveal a row of diamond stars forming a bracelet. We all gasp. It’s beautiful.
“He has really good taste,” I say.
“Well, it’s not like there’s much bad at Cartier,” Jules says.
We help her fix the bracelet on and she gives us a twirl as we record her on our phones.
“Your last moments as a single woman,” Efa says. “Do you have anything to say?”
I suppose I’m not technically single at the moment? I can’t remember what my last words were. They were probably, yes, I’m sure I really want to do this.
“I can’t wait to marry my best friend and soul mate.”
“It’s about time,” I say.
Worth might not be my best friend—I haven’t known him long enough—but as crazy as it sounds, there’s something nudging at my edges telling me he’s important. More important than anyone I’ve ever had in my life.
ELEVEN
Worth
I can’t take my eyes off Sophia. I’ve spent the entire morning trying my best not to touch her, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold back. I’m out of self-control.
“To the beautiful bride and the groom, who will spend the rest of his life knowing he doesn’t deserve her.” Bennett finishes his speech with a typical flourish.
We’re all having a drink in a roped-off area in a bar after the ceremony before we go for a late lunch. Jules admitted to Leo on the way back from the ceremony that she wanted to end her wedding day in New York, so we’re not staying the night tonight. Bennett has arranged for the plane to take us back this evening.
I can’t help but wonder if Vegas has been a spell cast on Sophia and me, and whether going back to New York will undo what’s been done between us on this trip. We’re married, but we’ve never dated. How are we supposed to navigate that? I don’t want to go backward, but I don’t know how to go forward. I feel a deep connection with Sophia, who is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. But it’s more than that. Or at least I think it is.
All I know is that I don’t want to divorce her or have our marriage annulled. You can’t start getting to know someone by divorcing them. At the same time, I don’t want to freak her out and come on too strong. She’s been through a lot recently and doesn’t always know which way is up. A wrong move from me could lead to her going cold. That’s the last thing I want.