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HARPER

I hide in the bridal suite closet, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

I may still be tipsy from all the booze last night.

And cock drunk.

Definitely cock drunk over Ford.

I hear footsteps in the bridal suite.

"Harper, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing," Allie mutters from outside the closet.

"I don’t know what you mean," I whisper, barely holding in my giggles.

“So you are in there,” Allie groans. "You can’t run from the wedding, babe."

I snort . "I’m not running. I’m just… hiding for a little bit."

"From Ford?"

“Of course. But don’t tell him where I am.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

I close my eyes, imagining Ford searching for me.

He’s probably pacing, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Clenching his jaw. Breathing hard and fast from anger.Looking for me like a feral wolf about to tear through the B&B.

And that thought makes me feel powerful.

I know what’s going to happen when he finds me.

I don’t care how fucking sore I am. I don’t care if I’m still wrecked from last night.

He’s going to punish me, and I’ll love every second of it.

Allie sighs again. "You’re a menace."

"And you love me for it," I chirp.

She mutters something about needing a drink, and before I can respond, the door to the closet bursts open.

A large, very pissed off, unhinged man fills the space.

My heart stops.

The air shifts around me.

Ford doesn’t say a word.

He just stands there, radiating pure, deadly energy.

His jaw ticks.

His fingers flex at his sides like he’s seconds from wrapping them around my throat.

His chest rises and falls, his breathing heavy and controlled.

Just barely.

He looks like he’s about to break something.

Me.

He’s about to break me.

Oh, fuck.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

My heart races.

And my pussy clenches around nothing.

I squeeze my thighs together, my panties already soaked from the murderous look on his face.

A slow, wicked grin curls my lips.

I’m in so much trouble!