David carefully slid a beautiful diamond band down my finger, as he promised me, “With this ring, I thee wed.”
I picked up the simple titanium band, sliding it onto David’s ring finger, as I vowed to him with all my heart, “With this ring, I thee wed.”
I didn’t need the floral archways, the carefully planned decor… not even this beautiful venue. No, all I needed to be happy for the rest of my days was just to be with him.
“If anyone knows a reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The officiant continued solemnly.
I smiled at David. In just another moment, the two of us would be officially married. We would get our happily ever after, and I would get to feel David’s hot lips pressed against mine…
At that moment, the main doors burst open as a man I hadn’t seen in half a year burst down the aisle. His eyes were wide and wild, and he ran as if it were the start of an apocalypse. As soon as his eyes met mine, my ex yelled at the top of his lungs.
“I OBJECT!”
CHAPTER 30
AVRIL
The last sixmonths didn’t do Dylan any favors.
His hair was longer and greasy. He had dark rings under his eyes as if he hadn’t been sleeping.
Hey—that was all on him. I’d been sleeping like a baby. It wasn’t like I was the one who had gone and blown my life up by sticking my genitals where they didn’t belong.
“Avril, Baby. I made the biggest mistake of my life. I can’t live without you. These last few months have been torture without you. Please Baby. In front of God and all of our families, I promise; I will do whatever it takes to win you back.”
I just stared at him. He was not serious…
My ex was going to show upnow?
Dylan Kingston-Storm somehow thought it was appropriate to crash my wedding? After all the planning… to make everything perfect, he thought this was okay?
How?
In his wildest fantasies, how would crashing my wedding somehow make me want to marry him? Make it make sense.
I had color-matched my wedding bouquet to the floral arrangements on the tables, even down to the intricate details onthe napkins. Now, nobody was going to notice, because all they were going to remember was this stupid drama shit.
“Avril, you can’t marry a stranger,” my ex pointed an accusatory finger at David, as if it wasn’t his own actions that made him a stranger over the past half a year.
Okay, so the past six months might have been nuts, yes. Butthis—having a begging, crying ex, crash my dream wedding—this was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me.
No. Absolutely not. I paid way too much money for this wedding to have everything fall apart over my dramatic ex and his sad little tears.
Daddy-Gee was subtly giving me the eye. Asking me silently if I wanted thislittle issuetaken care of.
I waved him over. Daddy-Gee leaned in closer, taking in every word as I whispered the truth. “I broke up with my ex-fiancé because I walked in on him having sex with some other woman.”
Daddy-Gee straightened immediately, going tense with barely hidden rage. “Don’t worry about a single thing. We’ll take care of everything, sweetheart.”
I nodded gratefully.
As one, all six of my dads left their section, closing in on my ex—creating a wall of enraged alpha men. They moved all together, like a pack of wolves, closing in on him slowly.
“Look, Avril’s fathers, this is between your daughter and me…” Dylan was holding his palm out like he was some kind of traffic director… as if his little hand gesture was going to do anything to stop my dads—Dylan would have better luck holding his palm up to stop a tsunami than trying to get between alpha dads and the guy who had hurt their precious daughter.
Dylan didn’t know what he was getting himself into.
They were prowling toward him. Like predators descending on their target, and for some reason Dylan couldn’t see that it washim.
