In the elevator, I tell him. "I have lived next door to her for years, and she has never spoken to me. Not once."
He laughs and takes my hand. "Your blush is speaking the truth again. I'm the first man that you've brought home?"
I blush again and just nod.
Once we are in the car and heading down the road, he tells me, "Your idea is brilliant. We'll leave right after our appointment with Bobby, take care of the legal part of this, and be back before sunrise tomorrow." He chuckles. "Then you really will be my fake fiancée, but in a good way."
When we walk into Bobby's office, he comes around his desk to greet me with a kiss on both cheeks and shakes d'Artagnan's hand. He's looking sharp in a pale-yellow suit that only he would look good in. His eye for combining colors is one of the reasons he has been so successful. That and his ability to keep the chaos organized. He's expensive, but he's worth it.
"Zella, my darling, d'Artagnan, I'm so thrilled you have chosen me to plan the wedding of the year! Do come in and sit down. We have a million things to do and no time whatsoever to accomplish this."
"About that two-week time frame," I start to say, but he interrupts me.
"I cleared my calendar and canceled everything. I pushed everyone back two weeks! We can do this, but…" He opens his laptop, then begins typing as he conducts the interview. "It limits the decisions you will be allowed to make. You will have to leave most of the planning to me. I won't have enough time to negotiate on prices. You will have to pay above-market to move to the top of the list. Do you understand?"
d'Artagnan says," Yes, we understand. Do it! "
An hour and a half later, we have finished planning our entire wedding. Bobby made a few calls to book the church and the Country Club for the reception. We decided not to send invitations. The whole city received a public one at the auction—no bridesmaids or groomsmen. Therefore, no rehearsal. I will walk myself down the aisle, and d'Artagnan will stand alone waiting for me. The priest will perform the ceremony. We will exchange vows, then travel to the Country Club for the reception.
When we walk out, Bobby tells us, "I vow to make this a fairy tale wedding for you."
Chapter 21
d’Artagnan
In the car, Rapunzel says, “Since Bobby can pull this off in two weeks, what do you think?”
I turn to look at her, “I think I want to marry you right now.” I crank the corvette and tell her, “Let’s retrieve your car from the parking garage and take it back to your apartment before we head out.”
“Sounds good.” She smiles and smoothes her dress. “When we get back, we’ll need to make a trip to the grocery store. I don’t have enough food in the house to feed you a decent meal based on the amount of pizza and eggs you consumed.”
“I burned a lot of calories last night,” I laugh. “When we’re on the way to Vegas, we can spend the time searching the MLS listing for a house and decide on our honeymoon. I’ll take you anywhere in the world you want to go.”
She shakes her head and says as we enter the parking garage, “It feels like a fairy tale.”
I chuckle, “Complete with the happily ever after.”
When I pull into the spot next to hers, she turns to me and says, “I know this sounds stupid, but … I’m going to miss you while I drive back to the apartment.”
I grin at her. “To everyone else, maybe, but not me.” I lean over and touch her face, then I slip my fingers around the nape of her neck and pull her lips to mine. Fascinated at how easily we have bonded.
The softness of her lips sends shivers down my spine and hardens my cock. “Mmm,” I moan as I let her go. “Maybe we should have a little tussle between the sheets before we leave.”
She giggles, “Maybe we should.” Then she opens the door and stands on her long gorgeous legs. She peers back inside before she closes it and asks, “I’ll follow you?”
I laugh, “No, babe. I’ll follow you.” When she closes the door, I put the corvette in reverse and back out, waiting for her to get in front of me. She pulls out, waves a twinkling finger wave, then pulls away. I follow close on her tail.
At the exit, she stops, then eases out onto the street, and I pull up to do the same. Checking the traffic, I ease out just as my phone rings. It’s Tiara. “Mother,” I answer as I pull up behind Rapunzel at the red light.
“d’Artagnan! You can’t be serious?”
“Mother, when have you known me not to be serious?”
“The wedding is in two freaking weeks?”
The hair on the back of my neck rises. She already knows. “Yes, ma’am,” is all I say.
“Have you lost your mind?”
