Page 52 of Resisting the Lawyer (Dirty Hot Resistance 3)

By the time I drive back, we only have a half hour left until the wedding and we need to get there fast. I’m about to knock on Elise’s door when she opens it without any warning.

My brain freezes as I take in the blinding goddess in front of me. The dress is midnight blue, wrapping itself around her curves, a thick silver thread along her neckline which is modest and yet, hints at cleavage. The hem is also outlined with a thicker silver gleaming lace. The whole dress shimmers with movement as if it’s a piece of midnight torn from the sky with stars still hanging from it.

Debra has outdone herself.

The sleeves are fitted as they taper off at the elbow with a small flare.

It’s a stunningly elegant dress made even more so by the fact that Elise has put her hair up in a loose bun with strands trailing down. And all I want to do is tear it off of her, bend her over the table and fuck her until she’s begging me to let her come.

I’m dragged out of my fantasies as she looks down at the small fridge at my feet. “Is that the one you were talking about?”

I nod, trying to find my voice. “Where should I put this?”

My voice is husky and she looks at me, curiously.

The dress stops a little above her ankles, so she doesn’t have a problem with moving in it.

I set it up for her, not wanting her to see the new wires.

However, when I turn to face her, she’s giving the fridge an odd look. “What?”

She tucks her tongue in her cheek. “That scratch looks new.”

I stiffen, and start denying slowly, scoffing. “No, no. No. No.” I’m running out of ‘no’s’ at this point. “It’s been there for a while.”

She meets my innocent gaze and says slowly, “If you say so.”

But we’re running out of time, so after putting the food in, I hurry her and Sophie out. The latter in a fluffy pink dress that makes her look so adorable that I can’t help but stop and take a picture of her first. Then, of course, I just have to take a picture of a blushing Elise as well.

Suffice to say that we barely make it in time for the wedding.

When we arrive, Riley is waiting at the front but there is some dissent amongst the guests. He shoots me a panicked look.

I immediately turn on my heel to go searching for Debra and my mother to see what’s going on. In my haste, I forget that Elise is trailing after me.

“There are seating charts,” she says in a low voice. “I don’t want to go around finding mine.”

The area surrounding the bridal room sits at the back of the church but it’s devoid of any life or chattering. This makes me feel uneasy because I know a lot of Debra’s friends should be roaming around here.

The silence is looming and it fills me with an unknown dread.

I quicken my pace as I reach the bridal room at the very end and I hear the sound of hushed whispers inside then an angry, upset voice that belongs to my sister.

I turn the knob but it’s locked. I rap on the door loudly. “Deb, let me in.”

Silence from inside before someone says something which is muffled through the thick wooden door, then there is the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

My blood grows cold and I hit at the door with my shoulder, shouting, “Debra!” but the door is made of solid wood and won’t budge.

More muffled noises as if people are talking but I can’t make anything out.

I hear footsteps and see Elise rushing away, holding on to Sophie tightly. I’m bewildered by her actions and I resume pushing at the door, shouting out Debra’s name.

I hear a thud in the room and my heart sinks.

I’m about to go and look for someone with a key when I hear multiple footsteps.

It’s Elise and she’s brought a clergyman.

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