Page 161 of Wild Then Wed
“Mhm.” He doesn’t sound convinced. “Or you just wanted to stay home and fuck your fake wife. It’s okay, man. Just say that.”
I grit my teeth. “That’s not it, Dom.”
“Bullshit. I’ve been telling you for years—you need to get laid. Regularly. You’d be less of a moody bastard. Hell, you might even be, dare I say it,likable.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“And you want that, don’t you?” he says, too fast. “Admit it. You want her. I saw the way you looked at her in that dress at the wedding. You were one slow song away from bending her over and—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll break your nose the next time I see you.”
“Okay!” he says, laughing. “Touchy, touchy. But before you murder me, you should know…I did…a thing.”
I instantly hate the tone in his voice. “What did you do?”
“You can’t tell anyone, okay?”
That’s never a good start.
I straighten a little in my seat. “Tell me.”
“You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to anymore.”
“Dom, spit it out.”
He lets out a dramatic sigh, and then—“I…may or may not have hooked up with your fake wife’s hot sister at the wedding.”
Silence follows. Absolute, deafening silence. My brain short-circuits, thoughts screeching to a halt like a car slamming into a brick wall.
“You’re lying,” I say, the words coming out low and quiet. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Fuck.” I scrub a hand down my face.
The man couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for more than two goddamn seconds.
“Look, I didn’t plan on it—”
“Where?” I ask flatly. “Where did that even happen?”
“I told you, man. At the wedding.”
“Igatheredthat, jackass. I meanwhere?”
He laughs under his breath, like this is some fond memory he’s gonna tell his grandkids. “Oh.A storage closet, I think. Or maybe it was, like, a supply room or something? There were shelves. A bucket was involved. I’m ninety percent sure we broke a Swiffer.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah. It was kind of a blur,” he says.
I glance at Wren. She’s still reading, blissfully unaware that my best friend is confessing to defiling her sister in what was probably the venue’s janitorial supply.
Thank fuck.
He laughs. “It was honestly kind of impressive. There wasn’t a lot of room, but we made it work.”
“Dom.”
