Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“You two could go get a room,” Fendi says.
“You guys begged us to come out,” Bishop shoots back.
“We’re starting to regret that,” Thrush says with a smile that takes out the sting of his words.
“I’ll give you all a break,” I chuckle. “I’m going to the little girl’s room.”
I go to pull out of Bishop’s arms, but he starts after me. I turn to face him, placing a hand on his chest. He looks at me with a crease between his brows.
“I can go to the bathroom on my own. I’ll be right back,” I say, lifting on my toes to kiss him.
He doesn’t look too happy about it, but he allows me to go on my own. I think the alcohol may have played a little part in that. He may need to slow down a bit.
I feel like my bladder is about to burst as I stand in line to take my turn. I run my hand through my hair and smile. Benny did good. Bouncing in place, I roll my eyes at the chatter about the band.
“Did you see Bishop Love?” one woman gushes as she and her friend finish up and start out of the bathroom.
“Yes. Oh my God. I want to push that girl out of the damn way. She’s been clinging to him all night,” her friend says.
“The night is still young,” the other one says with an annoying giggle.
I roll my eyes again. Looking down at the ring on my finger, I smile. I don’t think any of the guys have noticed yet. It’s just a simple band. Bishop made a big deal about us getting proper rings when we return to Cali. I’m happy as is.
I finally get to the front of the line and relieve myself. I feel like I’ve been away from Bishop for hours as I exit the bathroom. I get halfway to the tables our group has been hanging around when I see the girls from the bathroom now in our section.
The one in the tight pink dress is all up in Bishop’s face. My anger starts to rise as I freeze in place and watch this unfold. Bishop has a smile on his lips. It’s the smile he gives all his fans, but it still pisses me off.
“What did I tell you?” Jag says at my side. “Nothing special. There will always be the next one.”
“What’s your problem?” I growl at him.
“I’ve worked too hard holding him together to see him throw it all away again on another random piece of ass,” he snarls back at me.
“Fuck you,” I seethe, turning back just in time to see that heifer in the pink dress lean in to put her lips on my husband.
Bishop shoots his hand out to palm her face, mushing her back. His smile falls, replaced by a look of disgust. He stands, swaying a little as he waves Dwayne over to escort the girl away.
His expression says he’s pissed as he starts to look around wildly. When his eyes land on me watching him, the blood drains from his face. He starts to stumble toward me.
“I guess he’s not done with me,” I toss over my shoulder, giving Jag the finger. I make sure it’s my hand with my wedding band on it.
I rush to Bishop to keep him from drunkenly pushing his way through the small crowd between us. He cups my cheek, his gaze bouncing around my face.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say. “We have a honeymoon to start.”
He kisses me before nodding his head and tugging me toward Ed. Soon, we’re tucked away in our car, heading to the hotel for our first night as husband and wife. Jag and the chick in the pink dress are all but forgotten.
CHAPTER 26
One and Only
Bishop
I haven’t been married for two fucking hours and it almost turned ugly in that club. I had no interest in that woman. I was just being polite to a fan.
When she placed her hand on my thigh and tried to kiss me, I lost my shit. First, I don’t kiss just anyone. Second, she wasn’t my type. Third, and most importantly, I’m married to the one and only woman I want in my life.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I slur as I stumble around to strip from my clothes.
“For what?” she laughs as she kicks off her heels and comes to help me get my shirt off.
“I had way too much to drink,” I mutter.
With my shirt gone, she places her warm hands on my torso. I look down at her and still can’t believe she’s mine. I’m married to the woman who brought the music back to my heart.
She is the music. She is my heart. I usually have all the words, but I just can’t find the right ones to tell her that.