Page 326 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Brooklyn laughed.
“Baby,” Matt said. “Don’t encourage them.”
“This isn’t any worse than your best man competition.”
“But of course I was going to ask Mason,” said Matt. “He’s my brother. Rob and Tanner know they’re my best friends too though. And James.”
Robert shrugged. “We had no choice but to become each other’s best friends since you wouldn’t choose.”
Robert and I both laughed.
“Stop laughing together.”
Robert and I high fived.
“And that. Stop doing that.”
“Sorry, man,” Robert said. “You snooze, you lose.”
Hm.“I’ve never heard that expression before, but I think I agree.”
Robert shook his head and laughed.
“Nigel.” I turned to him. He’d been with me through thick and thin. Even if my curse had partially been his fault. And he was no longer good at keeping important secrets. “I know you prefer to be called a boy and not a man.”
“Yes, I like being the cutest boy in the room,” he said with a smile.
Chastity rolled her eyes.
“So...will you be my best boy?”
Nigel smiled. “It would be my honor, Master.” He bowed deeply. And then started jumping up and down. “I’m the best boy! I’m the best boy! Take that, Master Matthew! I’m the favoritist!”
Matt opened his mouth and then closed it again.
“Great,” I said. “Now, please help yourself to some luncheon. There’s some finger sandwiches and lemonade.” I gestured to the tent that I’d set up. “And shall we play some croquet?”
“Who plays croquet?” asked Mason.
“Gentleman and scholars, best business partner. Stay in line.”
Mason laughed.
I hit one of the balls and it went perfectly through the wicket.
“Wait,” said Matt. “Don’t you have someone else you’re going to ask to be in your wedding party?”
“Yes, a new friend I’ve made recently. He really did me a solid.” Although he hadn’t protested at all when I’d asked him to fuck Ash. But still... “His name is Cole. He doesn’t have a title. I’ll just call him friend. He’ll be at the end, I think.”
“And I’m at the beginning,” said Nigel happily.
Matt actually looked hurt now. “You’re not asking me? At all?”
I didn’t want the poor lad to be upset. It was just a bit of payback for his best man competition. Which I’d clearly won. And he chose Mason anyway. But the games were done. “Matt, you know you’re my best friend.”
“Then why aren’t you asking me to be your best man?”
“Because I’ve known Nigel for centuries.” I cleared my throat. “What seems like centuries.”
