Page 35 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
We clung to each other for a moment, lost in that haze where nothing matters but the most primordial dance of all.
Then she broke the spell. “Where are we going?”
Memory came crashing in on me. “We are going to my best friend’s wedding. He’s marrying my ex-fiancée.”
“A wedding? There will be people? Those people? Richard!” She struggled to sit up.
“Hold on,” I said, handing her some napkins to help clean up. “Let’s see if we can preserve at least some of my deposit.”
“Your deposit! You asshole! We’re going to walk into a church full of people, rumpled and smelling . . .”
“As if I got lucky,” he said, kissing her. “All you have to do is cling to my arm and look at me like I’m the best thing since sliced bread.”
Then she got it. “Your best friend and your ex-fiancée.” She began to grin wickedly. “So, I should looked just a little rumpled?”
“Just a little,” I agreed. “But not too much. Charmingly sexy, not ravaged.”
Her grin got wider, and we both burst out laughing. Oh, vengeance was going to be sweet!
Chapter fifteen
Kandis
Caleb proved his worth as a driver. Before we got to the event, he pulled in at a truck stop that had showers.
While we didn’t use those, I bought a package of personal wipes and took advantage of the spacious, clean bathroom to do a better cleanup than we’d managed with the napkins, to shake out the folds of that magnificent dress, and to repair my updo and makeup.
As promised, I made myself look model-presentable, charmingly disheveled by putting my hair into a messy knot instead of my crown of curls and putting on a brighter shade of lipstick. I felt amazingly good, as if a lightbulb had gone off inside of me.
When I stepped out into the hall, Richard and Caleb were waiting for me. “You look magnificent,” Richard said.
“You do,” Caleb echoed, “but we’d better get on down the road, or you two are going to be late to the party.
We weren’t quite late. The groom was waiting at the altar, but we managed to nip in ahead of the bridal party.
He gave us a nervous look, and there was a rustle of whispers in thesmall wedding gallery. It was crowded with the fifty or so guests who were gathered there.
Richard murmured in my ear, his hot breath giving me shivery aftershocks in my lower regions, “It would serve him right if she didn’t show. She left me waiting with everyone staring at me for the better part of an hour before she called her parents.”
“And you came to their wedding?” I murmured back.
“Oh, darlin’ baby girl,” he whispered, his hot breath on my ear again rousing molten lava in my pelvic area, “Showing up with you is the best vengeance I could possibly have. This is a truly exclusive gathering. There will be reporters outside.”
“Reporters?” I squeaked.
The bride paced down the short aisle to the traditional wedding march, but in that small room, she had to have seen us. I was pretty sure she gave us the side-eye as she passed, but I had to give her credit. She maintained her composure.
“She’s expecting,” Richie stage whispered into my ear, just after she passed.
Color rose in the bride’s cheeks, but she kept walking. She was a true steel magnolia, that one.
He added, a little more softly but still loud enough that the people immediately around her could hear, “Not sure if its mine or Ken’s but it doesn’t matter. That baby will be loved to pieces, he’s that kind of guy.”
That was about enough. “Richard!” I hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. “Be nice!”
He chuckled. “I am being nice.”
I could see where that thought was heading. There was only one diplomatic way to shut him up. “Richie, sweetheart, it’s her wedding day. You can afford to be gracious.”
