“What about your honeymoon?” He jerks his head in my direction.
Bea clears her throat, folding her arms over her chest, and gives Noah a pointed look which he chooses to ignore.
Ezra shakes his head, chuckling. “We’re heading to New York.”
“Are you ordering the jet?”
“Flying commercial,” Ezra replies with a wince.
“Then I’m staying for a day or two. I have things to do here.”
“Like the waitress who pushed her boobs in your face when you complimented her shoes?” Bea deadpans, surprising me once again. I don’t recognize my sister at all. But quite honestly, I’m loving this new, bold version.
Ezra makes a weird sound, something between a laugh and cry, but instantly tries masking it by coughing into his fist.
“I feel like I’m sensing a pattern of jealousy here,” Noah murmurs, leaning closer to Bea who makes a face full of disgust.
“I’m sure this is how you lift yourself up at night.”
Noah’s nostrils flare, making him look so much like Ezra at the moment.
“Alright!” I jump in between the two, preventing our wedding from ending with a murder. “We need to get ready to go. Noah, can I keep your card until I can figure out my financial situation?”
“No, you can’t fucking keep his card,” Ezra hissing into my ear. “The only card you’ll be using is mine.”
“Yeah?” I ask, turning my face to him and finding him too close to me. “So you can have all the power over me?”
His eyes turn stormy. “I already told you that you’ll get your financial freedom when we get married. I tend to keep my promises.”
“Freedom even from you?”
“Even from me.” He leans just a hair closer, but it’senough for him to be all in my space. Big and imposing. Taking all the air out. “But if someone ever had power over you, it’d be me.”
I blink the horny fog away from my eyes. “I thought you didn’t care.”
“I never said that,” he says quietly, for only me to hear.
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Ezra
She remembers. Just like I do.
At this moment, I can tell by the look in her eyes. She wants me to possess her. She sure as fuck liked me calling herwife. And I sure as fuck liked calling her that even more.
I think she liked that little game we played where she relied on my decision-making, and I relied on her obedience to keep me sane.
Turns out, it was a little more than a game to me, and I started craving it at some point. But not right away, no. I like her defiance before submission. I like her fight.
I like how cloudy her eyes turn when I tell her she can’t take shit from anyone else but me.
“Okay, if you’re done eye-fucking each other, maybe you can wait until you get to your room to consummate the marriage,” Noah suggests playfully, reverting to his usual banter. This little blonde thing brings out something I forgotNoah has. What the fuck happened between them while we were out on the island?
“Shut up,” I say back without anger. It’s sort of my mandatory response to his stupid jabs.
“Martin just texted,” Noah says, shaking his phone in the air. “Your plane tickets are arranged. The car will be here in two hours.”
“That soon?” Maeve asks, her voice surprised.
