Page 84 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

“I’m fine,” I said, yawning and rubbing my eyes. “It was a stress nap.”

The limo pulled to a halt, and the wedding planner met us at the door. She was like a drill sergeant in black pumps, directing traffic and getting all of us unruly alpha males in check.

“Is it just me,” Chandler said “or is the wedding planner pretty hot?”

“It’s not just you, but please refrain on working your ‘magic’ until at least the ceremony is over. You can keep it in your pants until the reception.”

“Yeah, I can…” he admitted with a sigh.

I entered the wedding hall and saw all the people who had come to see us get hitched. I smiled at the dichotomy between them, with Megan’s colorful bohemian friends on one side, and all of my boardroom stiff necks on the other.

“You look dashing,” Sage said, approaching me. She linked arms with Jon, my best man, as she was the maid of honor.

“Thank you.”

“Just so you know,” she said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your bride to be ishauntinglybeautiful.”

She patted my arm, and then the organ music started up and I made my march down the aisle.

I could barely remember the ceremony until I first laid eyes on Megan. My mouth dropped open at the sight of her in her gorgeous wedding dress. The off the shoulder long sleeves featured a rose lace pattern, subtly complimenting the ruffled split skirt that cascaded to her ankles, yet was slit to mid-thigh to dispel any notions of modesty. She wore her hair unbound, cascading in midnight black silky waves down to her bared shoulders.

She saw me and smiled. I smiled back. Even though there was a whole room full of people, it felt like we were alone in all the world.

Our Justice of the Peace wore a Saint mask, and was bare-chested. She had insisted on this. What came next was mine.

After the exchange of our vows, the Saint asked the crowd if anyone had any objections to our marriage.

“I OBJECT!”

I turned to the aisle in mock surprise as a man in a Blue Demon mask approached. “This marriage makes too many people happy, and I, Blue Demon, am the enemy of happiness!”

“I banish you, demon!” The Saint grabbed a folding steel chair out from under one of the ushers and bashed the Blue Demon into unconsciousness. The witnesses laughed, a merry sound rolling through the hall and filling it to the brim.

“You really had me going there for a second,” she said.

I kissed her, and the cheers drowned out the laughter.

Later, at the reception, we had our first dance. We sort of swayed, not really caring if we put on a good show or not, just staring into each other’s eyes.

“I love you,” I said as we danced.

“I love you,” she replied, and laid her head on my shoulder.

The dance ended, and I went to get my new bride some punch, as she was feeling a little light-headed. Apparently her bachelorette party was even wilder than the bachelor party my friends had thrown for me.

When I was at the punch bowl, a woman in a flowing blue gown with her hair up in an elaborate braid blocked my path.

“Pardon me, miss, but can I get by?”

“Miss?” She turned to cock an eyebrow at me.

“Jack?” I sputtered. “But you don’t wear dresses.”

“Why do you think that? I dress apropos to the situation, my dear boss man.”

“Hey baby,” Stan the Man said. “I haven’t seen you around before. How would you like to blow this lame party and check out my limo—JACK?”

“Ugh,” Jack said, shuddering. “It was hitting on me.”

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