“You and me at the Little Chapel of Love. Could be destiny.” Oh God, no.
“Maddox,” his name leaves my lips on a soft whine.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy making you repeat that soon. I’ll send you the hotel information. Bye, for now, Dove.” He hangs up, and I curse.
My phone pings, and my frown grows.
I should have said no, stood my ground, and refused, demanding he stick to the original plan. But I didn’t, and that is the most confusing part of this whole thing.
Do I want to see him in Vegas?
I remember every single moment in that bar when we first met. I replay it nightly in my dreams. I wake up hot and bothered with his name on my lips.
“Shit,” I hang my head.
I better start packing my bags.
Chapter
Five
NOVA
Iregret tricking her into this trip the second I hung up on her, but I needed to see her beforehand.
What’s a little white lie?
So the wedding I’m attending isn’t family. And my presence isn’t vital but more required since I’m the best man. The woman I saw the night I first met Simone is marrying tonight, and since I’m the reason the happy couple met, I’ve been dubbed their good luck charm.
“Gladys, you look lovely.” I kiss my ex-clients cheek when she steps out of her limo in front of the chapel.
I’ve been waiting for Simone to arrive, but traffic on the strip is a nightmare tonight.
“Maddox, I can not thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me.” I smile warmly at the older woman with her stunning silver hair that compliments her white dress.
A glance around yet again and sigh in relief when a taxi pulls up, and Simone gracefully climbs out of the back seat.
“Excuse me, Gladys, my date just arrived.” She grins and pats my arm.
“Sorry!” she says as she rushes over to me.
“Not your fault, Dove. You look spectacular.” I let my eyes roam over her plum-colored dress.
It hugs all her curves and leaves nothing to the imagination. I want to peel it off her body slowly with my teeth. A throat clearing behind me brings me back from my little fantasy, and I turn to see Gladys waiting for introductions.
I really regret Simone being here now. I can see the mischief in my friend’s eyes and know I’m fucking doomed.
“Gladys, this is Simone,” I look at my date, who’s flushed, but from what, I have no idea.
Is it me, or from rushing around?
“Congratulations,” Simone manages to say while I eye fuck her.
Jesus, was she always this gorgeous?
“Are you related? Mr. Deacon didn’t say when he coerced me into tonight’s festivities.” Holy shit.
I forgot how blunt she was, too.
