Page 54 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)

Grant

I keep my eyes on Lana, looking just-fucked, thinking about my come all over her legs while I hold her ripped panties in my pant pocket. She’s talking with the other bridesmaids. I can’t stop thinking about what I want to do her next.

I’ve never wanted someone so bad in my life. Not just her body, but her. She’s delicate, feminine, and emotional, but she’s also fierce, empathetic, and sexy as hell. I want her to know she’s amazing. I certainly haven’t had my fill of her; I don’t think I ever will.

I’m standing with Scarlett and Matt in a group, the sound of chitter-chatter in the background. Matt brought me over here to meet a business associate. Lana was chatting with her friends, so I thought it’d be okay to step away for a minute. I can’t take my eyes off of her, if I tried.

Then I see some skinny, short guy go up to her.

He’s in black pants and a white button-down shirt, so I think it’s just a waiter until I see Lana’s reaction.

She freezes, her brown eyes wide and her skin a shade paler.

Then the motherfucker starts talking to her.

My fists clench into balls next to me and I bite down hard on my teeth.

I’m going over there if he gets an inch closer. It’s not going to be pretty.

“What do you think, Grant?” Someone asks me a question, but I wasn’t paying attention to anything. I’ll be damned if I take my eyes off this prick for a second.

Matt covers for me. “You’ll have to excuse him. He’s never been to a wedding before.” Matt clasps my shoulders.

Scarlett leads the guy talking and his wife off to get a drink at the bar as Matt comes up next to me. “Are we trying to take someone down right now?”

“ You aren’t doing anything. It’s your big day. I’m just a little distracted.”

“Yeah. Who the fuck is that guy with Lana? Looks like an uninvited guest got through security.”

“I think I have an idea.” I’m pretty sure it’s her ex.

“I got your back.” Matt stands taller beside me.

“Thanks, man. Hopefully this guy knows what’s good for him. I’m not trying to ruin your wedding.”

“You wouldn’t be ruining shit.”

Then the guy talking to Lana, her fucking ex, puts his grimy little hands on her.

She tries to pull out of his grasp, clearly not wanting his touch.

I stalk over to them with heavy feet, but then it gets worse.

He leans in. She leans back, but he’s holding her so she can’t get far, and then he fucking kisses her.

Oh, hell no!