Page 13 of Secret Seduction

Since I wasn’t tired, I went for a walk along the beach, enjoying the fresh air, and on my way back up to my room, I spotted Lorenzo sitting at the bar and figured I should come over and say hi. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be up for a hookup tonight, and I can kick my virginity to the curb and lose my value.

“Always,” he says, taking a sip of his drink.

“Are you always so talkative, or is it just me?”

I quirk a brow, and he chuckles, the sound deep and masculine.

“It’s not you. It’s me,” he says, then grimaces when he realizes what he just said.

“Tell me how you really feel.” I wink playfully.

When the bartender comes over, I glance at the cocktail menu and order something I’ve never ordered before. “A screaming orgasm, please.”

Lorenzo glances at me and smirks.

“What?” I say, feigning innocence. “With all these couples, it’s the only way I’ll have one. Unless …” I trail off, and Lorenzo shakes his head.

“Hate to burst your bubble … or leave you unsatisfied … but I don’t do hookups.”

Well, shit. I definitely didn’t take that into consideration.

I swallow thickly and force out a laugh as the bartender sets my drink down.

I raise it and lock eyes with Lorenzo. “Then it looks like I’ll be pleasuring myself tonight.” I throw my drink back and get to figuring out a plan B.

“Oh, Bri,” Larisa, Bri’s mom, coos. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you.” Brielle smiles into the mirror, her hand covering her adorable bump.

She’s wearing a gorgeous, simple, off-the-shoulder wedding dress that stops at her knees and matching sandals that are stylish yet perfect for a beach wedding.

She turns around and looks at all the women surrounding her. “Thank you for coming today. This is everything I dreamed about,” she chokes out, “including the man I’m marrying … again.”

Everyone laughs, and Bri’s mom hands her a handkerchief to dab her eyes so she doesn’t mess up her makeup.

Once everyone is ready, we head out to the beautifully decorated pavilion to wait for the ceremony to begin. Since Lorenzo has an empty seat to the left of him, I have a seat next to him.

“Perfect day for a wedding, huh?”

He grunts, and I snort out a laugh.

“What?” he mutters.

“Nothing. You’re just so … grumpy.”

He side-eyes me, and I laugh again.

“See? Grumpy.”

“Leave the poor guy alone,” Matteo says with a smirk. “He’s not grumpy. He’s heartbroken. My sister is getting married for the second time, and this guy hasn’t even gotten married once.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Lorenzo hisses.

“Who knows? Maybe you’ll be the one to catch the garter, and then it will be your turn next.” I grin at Lorenzo, whose scowl deepens.

“I have no desire to get married,” he grumbles.

“No desire to hook up,” I murmur so only he can hear. “No desire to get married. Is there anything you do desire?”