Page 14 of Forbidden Earl

Blackwell clenched his jaw. Remington took out his cell phone to snap a few photos while his friend said, “Where is security? None of these people should be here and they need to go before Donna comes home.”

Remington snapped some photos. “She won’t like all these naked women?”

A few prostitutes walked over to him and he posed with them, grinning wide while Blackwell sputtered, “Are you taking a selfie?”

“Cassidy isn’t going to care what I do or who I do it with.” He shrugged, and handed his phone to Blackwell showing only the key pad. Unlike Blackwell, who married for love, he was marrying a friend and someone he’d not need to worry about getting jealous.

Blackwell shook his head like he was disappointed in him. “If you say so. I couldn’t live like that. Donna is going to be angry—and rightfully so.”

A car cut its engine out front. The fiancée, Donna, was here. Remington stepped backwards to not be in the line of fire.

Three prostitutes walked over to Blackwell and began rubbing on him. Blackwell tensed. “Get off me. Now.”

The door opened and Donna stared at Blackwell. Remy inched closer to the door. Luckily Cassidy would never stare at him like that, ever. Blackwell’s mother and another older woman walked in behind Donna.

“Blackwell?” Donna asked as both women stood like sentinels beside her.

Blackwell rushed to her side. “Donna! I don’t know what’s happening. We just came back from riding.”

As he passed, Remington reached out and took his phone back from Blackwell. “I’ll vouch for your fiancé. We were both shocked when we walked through the door.”

Martina shook her head and stared at all the women. “Where are the lights and security?”

Blackwell flipped the lights on.

“Mother, I swear…”

Just as his grannie would have done, Blackwell’s mother took her phone from her pocketbook and raised her voice. “I’m calling the police. If any woman is still here within five minutes, they will be arrested.”

She sounded exactly like Grannie one of the few times he’d thrown a house party in high school without her permission—she’d cleared the house of all high schoolers in under a minute.

Blackwell stood near his fiancée and blocked her during the mass exit. “Hold on.”

Whoever did this had a strange sense of humor. No one would bother with this for him and Cassidy.

Donna told Blackwell, “I was almost trampled in the mess.”

Then Blackwell’s mother said loudly, “The police are coming. I want to know who is responsible for this.”

If there was anyone left in the house, they’d jump out a window to get away rather than face possible arrest. Remington felt his friend was in good hands. He was eager to get home to get the report from Grannie’s doctors.

Blackwell and Donna seemed intimate as she brushed his cheek. “Blackwell, are you okay?”

His best friend relaxed into Donna. “You believe I had nothing to do with these women being here?”

At least his friend was marrying someone he loved, which had been on his agenda. Remington inched toward the door and escape. Donna said, “Yes. Even if Cassidy hadn’t warned me, I would believe you.”

Wait. His Cassidy? She knew about this? The phone in his back pocket felt like it burned as he asked, “My Cassidy?”

Donna stepped away from Blackwell and met his gaze. “She said Chelsea was angry and intended to do something.”

Right. Blackwell had asked for her sister’s hand and it was best not to get too involved in whatever his future sister-in-law did. He winked at them. “Well, I have to get back to my grandmother, but I’ll thank my future sister-in-law for that two-minute bachelor party.”

Donna stepped in Remington’s way. “Treat Cassidy kindly, Lord Sky. She really is one of the nicest people I’ve met here.”

He bowed his head. “She is nice. We can agree on that. She’s also too smart for someone like me, but that’s how the cards were played. See you both tomorrow.”

Blackwell walked him toward the front door. As a goodbye, he said, “Thanks, Remy.”

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