Page 201 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“Of course I am,” Rob said. “And I can hear you just fine right now. The water isn’t that loud, Penny.”
“It’ll be louder with all the people though. The voices carrying, mixing with that super loud water? No way. It won’t work. Where is Justin? He’ll have something to say about this.”
“He’s taking pictures.” Daphne pointed to where Justin was. He’d just immerged from underneath the willow tree. He was snapping tons of pictures with his phone while somehow also balancing a planner and taking notes.
“It’s so big under there,” Justin said and looked up from his planner. “Depending on the number of RSVPs, we might be able to have the ceremony under the tree.”
Good God, no.
“Wouldn’t that be amazing?” Justin said. “We could cover it with fairy lights. It’ll be magical and romantic.”
“I’m allergic,” I said. “I’m terribly allergic to willow trees.” I started scratching the inside of my wrist.
“I didn’t realize you had any allergies,” Bee said.
“Just this one. And it’s terrible. My face gets all red and puffy when I breathe in willow tree air.”
Mason tilted his head to the side as he looked at me. “You look okay right now, Penny.”
I tried not to glare at him.Thanks, Mason.Was there a way to make my face look red and puffy right now to make my point? I couldn’t think of anything. “That’s because…I’m not right next to it.”Smooth.
Justin sighed. “You’re ruining my vision with images of red puffy faces.” He shook his head. “Not under the tree then. We don’t want anyone’s face blowing up. And we probably will have too many guests anyway. But we can make a beautiful arch right here.” He stepped to the side and waved his hand through the air. “That should be far enough away. And you, Penny, can take an antihistamine just in case.”
Shit.That was a good fix.Damn you, Justin, for being so good at your job.“But what about the terrace? Have you guys seen that? I was thinking that would be really nice. And it’s already covered in case it rains. There’s a cute little firepit and everything.”
“A firepit?” Justin said. “Stop it with your backyard shenanigans. No, no, no.” He stepped forward. “If we put the arch right here, the beautiful couple will be able to look down the aisle and see that little waterfall.” Justin walked down the aisle he was imagining in his head. “It’s utterly divine. Pure perfection.” He spun back around. “I can see it. It’s happening, people!”
Daphne smiled and Rob pulled her into his side. They both looked so happy.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I didn’t want to mess up their happiness. So what if James and I had had sex right there years ago? No one needed to know.
“Allergic to willow trees?” James whispered as he wrapped his arms around me. “That would have been such a good save if allergy medicine wasn’t a thing.”
I sighed. “Do you think we should tell them? That might make them change their minds. I don’t want it to accidentally come out in a few years and for them to be pissed that we didn’t mention it.”
“Do you really think Rob cares if we’ve had sex right there? He’s not exactly ashamed of sex. He’ll probably just high-five you.”
He was right. Rob wouldn’t care. “What about Daphne?”
“Look how happy she is.”
Daphne and Rob had started dancing. He dipped her and then pulled her back up, her laughter flitting through the air.
I sighed. I didn’t want to ruin anything for them. “Okay, fine. But the bridge at hole 6 would have been perfect if you ask me.”
“Where would you get married if you were having your wedding here?” James asked.
I looked up at the beautiful willow tree. “Right here. But that’s because we have history with this tree.” I had very fond memories of us getting down and dirty here.
“Really? Or is it because it’s the most beautiful spot on the golf course? There’s a reason we stopped here that night. The fireflies lit up the water. Don’t you remember? It was perfect. It was almost magical.”
It really was perfect. And it was a beautiful spot to get married. I nodded. I could easily picture Justin’s vision. Rob and Daphne were going to be so happy here on their wedding day.
“Besides,” James whispered. “We had sexunderthe tree. And you saved us from having the ceremony right at the spot.”
That was true. This could have been so much worse. Instead I’d just be staring at the tree during the whole wedding, biting my lip, remembering James thrusting inside of me. I swallowed hard.
“About that firepit,” Justin said and walked over to us. “We need to see it. Because if there is already covering on the terrace, it could be a good place for the reception.”
