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Chapter 32
JUDITH
Judith was rarely embarrassed – let alone ashamed – of what she did with her own body. Since she was of a certain age, she had done all sorts of crazy things, let alone in public!
Being caught in a closet with Seth was not something she ever thought she would be kinda-sorta ashamed of.
How the fuck had she even arrived there? One moment she was having pleasant conversation with him, and the next? Boom. In the closet, happily making out with one of the only men who made her, well,happy.She didn’t even say no or think anything but pleasant things when Seth pulled up her skirt and drove his cock into her.
They were only caught because some other tipsy, horny couple had the same idea to use this closet for their wedding reception jollies. One moment, boom, fucking. The next? Boom, exposed to a small gathering of people…
A small gathering of people…
That included…
Miguel.
He stood in the back of the crowd, but his height made him unmistakable.Oh my God. No.Judith pulled her skirt down farther but could not cover what Seth had already done. Apparently there had been enough time for him to climax, with or without her.Thanks a fucking lot, Seth!
That same man was now zipped up and did his best to not look absolutely horrified. Judith was fighting for the same composure as she shoved her way through the crowd and ran for the women’s restroom. Laughter and lewd comments followed her.
She didn’t care about any of that. What she cared about was thatlookin Miguel’s eyes. Not anger. Not amusement.
Plotting. Men were most dangerous when they plotted… injealousy.
Judith was afraid to come out of the single-stall restroom. Afraid of what she had to face between the two men she…
What?
Loved?
Ha!
Get a grip.She splashed water on her face after cleaning herself up.This isn’t something you can’t handle.She had only gone back on her promise to Miguel to be with him that day. The man who would be her patron soon enough.Fuck, I’m so stupid!
She had been stupid for weeks now. These men were making her too stupid to function, let alone run her business!
Judith creaked the bathroom door open to make sure no one was watching for her. When the coast was clear, she snuck out and attempted to search for Miguel.Wish I wasn’t wearing a bright red dress or had blond hair.Good news was that most of the other guests would forget about the sexy gaffe soon enough.
Neither Miguel nor Seth was easy to find. In fact, Judith couldn’t locate them at all. She checked the ballroom. Nope. The lounge. Nope. She even braved asking the men standing in line for the restroom if they had seen either man. Nobody had.
She even asked the Prince of Liechtenstein or Luxembourg or Andorra or wherethefuckever. His Royal Highness had seen no one matching those descriptions, although he did admit to knowing Miguel. Because of course he did. Judith half expected to see Prince Albert II of Monaco wandering around there too.
Finally, she got a lead when she asked one of the ushers. It was not a lead she wanted.
“You mean the two gentlemen who went out back? I haven’t seen it for myself, ma’am, but I believe they’re committing fisticuffs.”
“What?”
“They’re fighting!” some old woman translated behind her. “I’m gonna go watch!”
Was the building on fire? Because that’s how fast Judith ran, pushing men in Armani and women in Givenchy aside in the hopes of finding Miguel and Seth before they got arrested. She eventually made it to the main banquet table in the ballroom, where groom Ethan and bride Jasmine sat in their wedded bliss.
Fuck ‘em!
“Have either one of you seen my dates?” Judith slapped her hands against the banquet table to get their attention. “I think they might be brawling out back!”
“What?”
