Somehow, out of all the million-dollar movies, star-studded red carpets, and crazy expensive galas,a weddingwould be the thing to turn these people into rabid animals.
No matter how long I had been with Harley, I still wasn’t ready for just how crazy it was to be with someone whose fame far outshone everything I’d ever done. I was proud of her. Of everything she’d done to get her to the stage she was.
Even if it was overwhelming sometimes.
I had prepped for a bit of crazy. Obviously, paparazzi and other famous stars would be in attendance, so it was likely to go a bit overboard.
But the fanfare was insane. The flash of the cameras alone threatened to blind me.
We weren’t going the traditional route. We didn’t have family to invite, though I was positive that my parents were watching it all unfold on TV.Just like I wanted.
There was something so sweet about themhaving to watch the daughter that left them succeed in such a flamboyant way. In spite of them, not because of them, like they always wanted.
A church wedding was out of the question. Though it would have been a bit amusing, given the fucked-up shit we’d both done since we got together.
Neither of us cared that much for anything formal, and to top it off, we had already secretly gotten married in the courthouse the week prior with our assistants as witnesses.
Penelope and Ana were very emotional, clinging onto each other with tears in their eyes as we repeated our vows. It was heartwarming to see that even knowing our true nature, there were still people who cared for us out there.
The extravagant wedding itself was just for show. A PR stunt. Something she hoped would be dubbed the “wedding of the century.”
People were sure to tune in. Curiosity would get the better of them. Not only was it still a shock that we had gotten together in the first place, but also that we had a wedding only a year after she was released from jail.
Harley did mention how much she wanted to spoil me. That she wanted to show me—and everyone else—just how much she was willing to splurge on me, even though she knew I didn’t care about any of it.
Still, I didn’t fight her too hard on it.
Wedding dress from a world-renowned designer. A ring that felt heavy on my finger, custom-made, of course, with multiple carats of blue and regular diamonds decorating it. The band itself had to be a bit larger with intricate vine carvings to support the heavy gems and to make it actually wearable.
She even had the New York Public Library rented out for us, whichwas probably the thing that drew people to the wedding the most.
We were completely in charge of the guest list and invited those who made it possible for us to get to where we were. Including Ax and Nyx and Sloan and Lillian from the club, where she’d firstseen me and fallen for me—Sloan liked to take credit for that every once in a while too since she was the one who controlled the memberships. And, of course, a few of the more famous stars that Harley somehow forged relationships with during her career.
Every part of it was extravagant, especially the front stairs that led up to the entrance. Candles lit the stone stairs, and rows of fragrant blue roses and baby’s breath created a long aisle that was the perfect spot for photo ops.
And what an entrance we made.
I stepped out of the limo to Harley waiting for me in her fitted tux and slicked-back hair. She was breathtaking. It wasn’t every day a girl found herself marrying a drop-dead gorgeous movie star, but even if she wasn’t one, I’m sure she would have found me at some point.
And even if she wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, I wouldn’t have been able to resist her. Just one look at those brown eyes and dimpled smile was enough to cause my heart to pound in my chest. Her personality did the rest. Yes, even the murderous part.
Who we were behind the scenes complemented who we were in front of them. We loved each other and accepted each other, and we wouldn’t change a thing.
The photos on the stairs didn’t last long. Not when Harley’s hands kept wandering. There was just something so scandalous about having everyone watch just how much my wife-to-be wanted me. And yes, I loved it.
I tried to switch positions, but Harley’s hands were on my waist in a second, pulling me close to her again.
“Can we go in now?” Harley’s lips brushed across my ear and caused shivers to run down my spine. “I’ve been dying to get my hands under your skirt since this morning.”
I sent her a smile that had dozens of cameras flashing at once.
“Your manager had me promise to get some good pictures and give them something good. So that’s what we’ll do, and when that’s done, maybe you’ll get lucky enough to see if I’m wearing any underwear.”
Her hands tightened on my waist, and a warm chuckle left her. It was the only warning I had before I was dipped. I gave her a glare once I righted myself, but that only made her smile harder at me.
“My love,” she whispered and leaned closer. “Will that suffice?”
I rolled my eyes but flung my arms around her shoulders anyway.