Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Get dressed. No panties, and you will be naked our entire honeymoon and anytime we are alone in our home. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.” She leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on my cheek before slamming the door in my face again. God, I was so in love with her it hurt.
I got dressed as quickly as I could in a freshly pressed suit. Not as formal as last night, but still sharp enough to show my respect for the occasion. When I was ready, so was she. Radiant in a simple, light-blue dress and natural makeup, she’d chosen brightly colored jewelry that showcased her artistic flair.
I raised my brow at her while I took her in and she rolled her eyes in return, then lifted her skirt, showing me her bare pussy.
“Satisfied?” she asked.
“Not yet, but I will be soon, so let’s get this over with.” I helped smooth down her skirt while I kissed her, then took her arm and led her downstairs to the hotel’s private hall for our breakfast banquet.
Even I had to admit they had done a good job with a room that had looked like any other typical hotel banquet room when we first toured it. Now, the large windows were open, letting sunlight hit the massive crystal chandler and sending sparkling light throughout the room, making it seem large and airy. Beautifully carved ice sculptures of cherubs added to the overall effect, but it was the carved ice reproduction of First Love in the center of the room, the statue we were married under yesterday, that really made this brunch unique to us.
The tables were set with fine china, the light-blue flowers painted around the edges of the plates, bowls and cups a pattern that Amelia loved, so I’d ordered settings for forty. Fresh fruit was piled high on crystal serving dishes next to matching decanters for the coffee and pitchers for juice. There were even several sterling silver wine chillers on long stands placed throughout the room, already chilling Amelia’s preferred champagne that would be used for a mimosa toast.
For the first time in my life, I understood the pomp and circumstance.
This wasn’t a display of wealth for the sake of the display itself.
I’d paid a ridiculous amount of money to hear the excited little gasp that left my wife’s lips when she saw everything. That was what all this was for, making her happy, and I would spend every penny I had to ensure that she was.
It took less than five minutes for me to regret coming downstairs.
Instead of being in my hotel room, balls deep in my wife, I was shaking hands with Amelia’s parents. Her mother, though not invited, had shown up with a few of the old bats she called friends.
Normally, I would have no problem sharing my thoughts very loudly, making sure everyone overheard.
But not today. Today, I couldn’t be bothered with Amelia’s mother and her parade of never-ending bullshit.
“This breakfast is quite lovely for Jersey,” she said with pinched lips.
Amelia stiffened on my arm, and I couldn’t have that.
“Yes, well, I am so sorry we couldn’t accommodate your entire family.” I kept a pleasant smile on my face while speaking just loudly enough for Amelia’s mother to hear. “I just wasn’t able to locate your baby daddy’s address.”
She paled and clenched her teeth together. “You said you would never tell that secret if Amelia married you. Now my daughter is on your brutish arm and you’re wed.”
“No, I said that I would tell if you didn’t support the union. Nothing about keeping the secret was ever discussed. Just remember that, the next time you think to do anything that would even inconvenience my wife, let alone drop a barbed compliment meant to hurt her.”
My threat was clear.
If she even tried to hurt Amelia, everyone would know that her son, Harrison, was a bastard. Not that I would ever go through with that threat.
Honestly, Harrison didn’t care.
He said he would sooner just tell the world than have that secret held over his head. Even then, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt anyone Amelia loved, and that included her brother.
However, for the moment he and I both agreed that the threat was as good a tool as any to keep his mother in line.
With Amelia on my arm, we made it to the head table and took our seats.
On my right was my wife, but Olivia should have been on my left.
She was nowhere to be seen.
CHAPTER 16
LUC
My youngest sister, Charlotte, was sitting in the next seat down, and Amelia’s sister, Rose, was next to Amelia. Rose and Charlotte had become thick as thieves, and I understood that they, along with Olivia, had planned a slumber party of sorts in their shared hotel suite last night.