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“I can’t believe you’re married.” Dad hugs me tighter as we glide to our father-daughter dance. I lock eyes with Damon as he sways with his mom across the dance floor.
“I can’t believe he sought the buyer of Mom’s jewelry collection to craft your ring.”
I smile. “Yeah, it matches the earrings she gave me.” I push my hair back to show him.
“Well, he’s definitely earned my respect.”
I sigh, staring at Damon’s back, admiring the view. “Is it always like this—love?”
“It’s not always easy, Gemma. But the love always remains. If it’s true and pure, it’ll always be there.”
“I’m happy, Dad. I’m really,reallyhappy.”
He finishes the song with a hug, kissing my forehead. The whiff of my dad’s cologne brings me comfort and brings me peace, lighter than a bird’s feather.
We had a small wedding with Damon’s mom, his friends, a few colleagues, my family, Henrik, and Layla. She finally came back from her traveling adventures after announcing to us that she and her fiancé eloped. Gia was so mad she could barely stomach her name for a week, and she made me promise her that Damon and I wouldn’t do the same.
Later in the evening, Henrik steals me from Damon’s reluctant arms for a slow dance. I never would’ve imagined thatI’d come to appreciate our friendship so much over the years. I owe it to Harvey, who lent me his brother as a shoulder to lean on and to share fun adventures with, because he didn’t have to.
We both know if Harv would’ve been really bothered by it, Hen wouldn’t have kept hanging out with me.
I haven’t spoken to Harvey since we said our last goodbye. And I’m more than okay.
“Henrik, thank you. Thank you for always being there for me.”
“Of course, Gem, always. By the way, this party blows—no single ladies.” Damon rented all our friends and families little villas at Bora Bora. We got our own exclusive villa as far away from everyone as possible. According to Damon, he intended to make sure nobody could hear my screams.
“We wanted it small and intimate.”
He scoffs. “Intimate, my ass. Though there is always Damon’s mom. She’s single, right?”
I narrow my eyes at him and he laughs.
“She really seems to like you,” he says.
I nod. “She’s nice. I lucked out.”
“Sure did, sweet pea. Could’ve ended up with a rich bitch of a mother-in-law.” We both stare at Blu, who’s playing on James’s lap. “Let it be known, on the record, that I’m a way cooler uncle than James.”
“Of course, you are, Hen. Just don’t tell anyone I said that.”
Damon’s mom is watching over Blu tonight. After the wedding party, outside our villa, I sit naked, my legs dangling inside the private pool. Damon spent the last hour torturing me as he slowly peeled off my wedding dress and lingerie while he—unfairly—remained fully clothed.
My wetness is still clutching my sex as I watch him unbutton his white dress shirt, my mind unable to process the fact that he’s my husband.
I’m his wife. I’mDamon’swife.
A word with a million sweet kisses and promises of till death do us part.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Red?” He takes a step closer, unbuttoning his black slacks, pulling down the zipper with a sultry look. “I used to think the wholevirginal white wedding dresswas comical until I saw you today.”
“You think I came off as virginal?” I ask him, dipping my fingers in the water and letting it drop to the center of my body.
“Youlookedsweet enough, but deep down you’re my little freak.”
My mouth is salivating when I see him descending the stairs of the pool in nothing but boxers, reaching the spot under me.
“Spread your legs.” He lifts one leg over his shoulder while he pushes his fingers inside me, stretching me, readying me for him. “You’re still wet.”
