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My cock hardened in agreement and I looked at her and she tried to pull back.
“Sebastien, no!” she tapped me lightly on the chest. “I know that look in your eyes. If we leave here now your brothers are going to know exactly why we left.”
I grinned, “But everyone knows what we’ll be doing tonight, so why can’t we get the party started early?”
Delilah turned a deeper shade of red and I tilted her head and kissed her. Her grip tightened on my tux as she responded hungrily. She moaned softly as she pulled away gently from me.
“Mr. Quantum, are you trying to get me to change my mind?”
I smiled. “That depends, is it working?”
Just then a loud crash was heard across the room, and I pushed Delilah behind me protectively. I heard chairs being pushed backwards as I scanned the room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized a waitress had accidentally bumped into someone and a tray of glasses fell to the ground.
“That’s my cue to get away from you. I’ll go see if I can help.”
“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to.”
“I do, because if I stay here any longer with you, we’ll do more than make out and Lucy will be scarred for life.”
I chuckled as she gave me a light kiss then hurried to the waitress who was having a meltdown. I made my way to my brothers who were having a lively chat. Before I could even sit I was handed a glass of champagne and had to choose a side on the debate of which Quantum brother was least likely to ever get married. My money was on Vincent, hands down.
As the night wore on, Delilah and I danced some more, and made out, before we broke off to our different groups, her to the ladies and me to the men. She looked happy and I was enjoying myself, almost forgetting the real reason I had gotten married in the first place.
After our last make-out session, I decided to sit by the bridal table knowing, that if I sat at the table with my brothers they’d see my hard on and never let me live it down.
As I sat by the table I noticed an envelope with my name on it. As I picked it up, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It had the same handwriting as the letter that came to the office with Delilah’s picture in it.
I opened the letter and scanned the words.
It was another threat.
Motherfucker.
Chapter 22 - Delilah
The night before was amazing. After we had gotten home from the reception, Sebastien and I made love until the sun came up before finally giving into exhaustion and falling asleep in each other's arms. And this morning I woke up to Sebastien’s head between my legs, eating me out as though his life depended on it.
Now my head was placed on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me as his fingers trailed my hip under the covers.
“Sweetheart, there’s something I have to tell you.”
The seriousness in his voice made me pull away slightly and look up at him.
“I received another threat yesterday. If I didn’t deposit money into their account, you’d be exposed.”
I shifted quickly and sat up pulling the covers with me. “When?” I panicked.
“Yesterday, at the reception, someone left a letter at the table with my name on it.”
Six weeks, that’s how long it had been. I thought Hawthorne would have given up and let me live my life, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. The fact that he waited until we got married means that he was still watching. Now that Sebastien and I were married, exposing my past didn’t only affect me, but it would affect his reputation as well.
“If you pay the money, that doesn’t guarantee they wouldn’t expose me.”
Sebastien squeezed my hands, “I know.”
“Sebastien, I’m worried. If I’m exposed, I’m afraid it’s going to affect you more than it does me.”
“I’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. I’m handling it.”