Chapter 29
Her dress is ivory, her hair is curled and sitting on the top of her head like a crown, she makes a beautiful bride. A stunning one to be precise. I’m wearing a baby pink knee high strapless dress, my hair is slightly wavy and my face is covered in makeup. Ember looks over to me and smiles, handing me a glass of champagne. Lance comes over and wraps his hands around the mid-section of his now wife. They look good together, his eyes shine brightly when he watches her like she’s everything he wants, everything he needs. The wedding was beautiful, over the top, but still beautiful. Lance has money, a lot of it, and he spared no expense on this occasion. There are famous people everywhere, even the band they have singing right now is famous. I would usually be intimidated by being around such people, but I don’t even care who they are.
“I’ve come to steal my wife,” Lance says with his hands still wrapped around her waist.
“Bex, there is something I need to tell you,” Ember whispers to me. “I didn’t have a choice, he’s friends with Lance,” she says and then is being pulled away by Lance. She smiles up at me and I take her glass from her and watch as they head to the dance floor. People follow and separate making room for the bride and groom as they do their bridal waltz. I’m smiling brightly as he dips her down, and she laughs when I feel eyes on me, boring into me. I try not to look, it could be anyone, but I have a feeling that I need to look. And when I gaze across the dance floor, I see Zeke, with a smirk on his beautiful lips, watching me. I try to smile, to be polite, I do, I really do. But when a beautiful woman walks up and kisses him on the cheek then plants herself on to him, I know my smile turns sour, and I know he sees it.
As soon as the last dance is announced and people join the couple on the dance floor, I leave the area and head straight to the bar. Away from him, far away, as far as I can get. He doesn’t see me, his vision is blocked by a rather large-breasted slutty-looking woman, who’s trying to pull him onto the dance floor. I would have laughed, if it wasn’t for our situation, if we were just an average couple who’d broken up and gone our separate ways, but we aren’t.
I order a glass of champagne, and when I finish that I order another one, but a man stops me and instead orders one for me. I want to tell him no thank you. When he turns to me and smiles, this man could give Zeke a run for his money, of that I’m sure. Except his hair is light, almost sandy blond, his eyes are brown, chocolate brown, and his smile is large, contagious.
“So beautiful,” he says looking me in the eyes. I give him credit where credit is due; his eyes aren’t roaming my body when he says that, instead they’re glued to my face. “Tell me, what’s someone so beautiful such as yourself, doing here alone?” he asks offering me my glass of champagne he just ordered for me.
“Who says I’m alone?” I fire back adding a smile. He smirks, and I know he must use that look to get the girls, because if my mind weren’t entirely consumed by a particular person right now, I would swoon, and swoon hard. I sip my drink, keeping my eyes on him.
“I’ve watched you all evening. You, my beauty, have had no man by your side all night.”
“So you like to watch women?” I joke with him.
“Only ones as beautiful as you are.”
“Do your words usually work on a beautiful woman?” I ask him.
“I don’t know, you’ll have to tell me.”
“I think you have some potential.”
His face changes very fast. Gone is the easy going flirting man. I think for a moment if it was something I said, until his voice carries over me from behind.
“Mika.”
“Zeke,” the man who I now know is Mika says to Zeke and he’s now standing directly behind me. I don’t turn; I keep my face and body turned toward the man in front of me. When his eyes drop to mine, the hardness softens for a second before they lift back up to Zeke.
“Bexley,” he says. I close my eyes and breathe through my nose trying to wish him away. I can smell him, his scent fills the space and captures me.
“So Mika, was it?” I ask when I finally open my eyes and look at him. I offer my hand and he takes it gladly and kisses the top of it. I smile at the small gesture and take my hand back.
“And you must be, Bexley,” he says, ignoring our looming figure still at the back of me. “Would you like to dance?” he asks.
I nod my head and place my glass on the bench, he takes my hand again leading me to the dance floor. He places his hands on my hips and brings me close to his body, not touching, but so close that if I took another tiny step forward, we would be. My hands circle around his neck and I smile softly at him.
“Friend of yours?” he asks referring to Zeke. I go to shake my head but decide otherwise.
“Acquaintance,” I say and leave it at that. He dances with me for half a song without saying another word when Zeke walks over and taps him on the shoulder, wanting to cut in. I want to tell him not to leave me alone with Zeke. I’m afraid of what will happen, of what I might feel, but I don’t get a chance as he stands in front of me. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he brings me flush with his body, not bothering to leave a gap between us. My hands dangle as I’m not sure where to put them, when I decide to place them loosely around his neck. He doesn’t speak at first, just dances from side to side rubbing me in places with his body with such a closeness that he may not be meaning to, but I can feel every inch of him. I try to tell my body that this is a man that we don’t need or want anymore, but it doesn’t care, it knows what this man can do for my body and it fucking wants him regardless.
“Missed me, Pixie?” he asks into my ear. A shiver breaks out over my body and I know I’m instantly covered in goose bumps.
“No,” I tell him.
“Well, I can tell your body has,” he says letting his hands slide lower so they go over my ass. I try to pull away, but he has a hold on me and pulls me back so we’re flush once again.
“I’ve thought of nothing but you, the way you grab my ass, the way your mouth wraps around my cock, the way your pussy loves my dick. Just like you love me. But I’ve also thought of bad things, Bexley, things I would do to you, ways I could make you pay. Ways I could make you scream,” he says that last part so harshly that I try to pull away once again needing some distance from him, but he doesn’t allow it.
“You need a new hobby,” I tell him, bringing my face up so I can see him clearly. His cheekbones are strong, his lips are full. His eyelashes are long over his gorgeous gray eyes.
“Maybe I have found one,” he says anger in his voice.
“She looked great,” I say rolling my eyes at him.
“What? You don’t approve of my date, Bexley? You don’t think she can fuck as good as you?” he says raising an eyebrow in question.
“I don’t care who you fuck, Zeke. Fuck the entire guest list here tonight if you like. I don’t care.”
“You do, though, I know you, Bexley. And you fucking care, no matter how hard you try to put on your I don’t care attitude. I’ve actually wondered how you were a cop when your face shows all your emotions,” he says smiling darkly now.
“Well, I fooled you once before, didn’t I? Had you right where I needed you,” I say smiling devilishly back to him. His smile drops, his lips turn straight.
“Don’t think of me as a fool, Bexley, I’m no fool.”
“Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…” Before I can finish my sarcastic sentence, he shuts me up with his lips on mine. I don’t kiss him back. I’m no fool, but he doesn’t stop, his lips press harder, and his body becomes harder when he pulls me so there’s no air between us. I manage to yank my mouth free and see him looking at me, with an odd look on his face.
“If you fuck Mika, I’ll kill him,” he says before releasing me and stepping back. He walks off before I can say another word, leaving me standing there watching him as he walks back to his date, who eagerly awaits him like a little puppy. I wonder if I looked that bad when I used to wait for him, when I needed him. Were my eyes dull until he walked back in, did they light up when I saw him? Did my body go from disappointed to excited? I think I know the answer to that, I just don’t want to admit it.
Because no matter how hard I try to tell myself that he was bad for me, that he could not give me what I needed or deserved, he was what I wanted. What my heart craved, what made my body tingle with such delight when a single hand would touch me. What his lips felt like when they finally made contact, and how my body sang for more. But none of it was the same for him, not at first, I don’t think. And that’s when it counted, that’s when I needed that ray of hope. That hope came too late, and even then, I don’t know even to this day if it was real.
I watch as he sits at the table, his eyes trained on me, but his hand crawling up his date’s dress as he watches me watch. The girl tries to act normal, but her eyes and expression give her away. His hand starts moving, and I know what he’s doing, and when I look back up to his eyes on me, I pull a look of disgust before turning around and heading for my table. I walk past Mika on the way and smile politely, which he returns before I take my seat with the bride and groom. They start with the parents doing speeches, then the groomsman follows, the whole time I don’t hear a word that’s being said until Ember kicks me from under the table.
“What’s wrong”? she asks leaning over to whisper in my ear. I shake my head not wanting to put a damper on her day when she gives that look that says ‘tell me or I’ll hurt you.’
“Just Zeke.”
“Sorry, I forgot to warn you that Lance invited him, but I thought you may not care since you broke up with him and all,” she says shrugging her shoulders.
“It’s fine, really,” I tell her forcing a smile. She smiles back and raises her glass of champagne to me indicating I should do the same.
“May you find someone that loves that heart of yours as much as you love theirs, ‘cause baby, that will be a shit load,” she says, then leans over to kiss my cheek before we take a drink. I smile at her and try my hardest not to look at Zeke for the rest of the evening.