Page 1 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

Benedict

I tried not to stare at Magnus in disgust, but when he choked up saying his vows to his young bride, I almost threw up.

I did have the foresight to pass Iris a tissue.

The man made her bawl at her wedding. Or maybe it was the pregnancy hormones Magnus kept banging on about like he was the one carrying the child.

I never thought my friend of twenty-seven years would become so utterly pussy-whipped.

The number of times I ’ d had to hang up on him was reaching critical levels.

Then there were the three a.m. phone calls, like a distressed teenager in jeopardy.

Benedict, she cried. Benedict, she called me Daddy in public. Benedict, I can ’ t stop fucking her.

Okay. I might be exaggerating a tad, but I wasn't far off.

Honestly, what the fuck?

But he couldn ’ t have Google as his best man, so here I was—old, jealous, and bitter about my good friend ’ s ridiculous fortune. Two failed marriages in my twenties and thirties had left me just cynical enough to doubt this one, too.

I glanced around at the guests.

Weddings. If nothing else, they were prime hook-up territory. All that love in the air made people desperate.