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I smile and nod while holding on to Grant’s arm. I make sure I’m standing up straight. I’m not letting anyone bring me down anymore, especially people Grant isn’t fond of.
His mom reaches out her hand. “I’m Connie.” I take it. “Pleasure to meet you.” Her grin never falters through the handshake. Her hand feels so delicate; if I were to squeeze too hard, I’d think I’d break it.
“This is my husband, Stephen,” Connie introduces.
Stephen reaches out his hand next. It’s a firm shake, but he doesn’t acknowledge me. He turns to Grant. “Love as in your friend, Joshua Love? Is she his sister?”
Grant nods. The strange grin he’d been holding in place falters. Once the handshake is complete, he stands there, staring at me with a quizzical brow. I guess he’s not impressed. Not that I care. Grant isn’t his biggest fan.
“Lovely wedding, isn’t it?” Connie says to make small talk.
“It is. I know Matt and Scarlett are so happy,” I say.
Stephen scoffs into his drink. Grant stares at him like he wants to melt him with his eyes.
“How’s the golf game been going, Grant?” his dad asks. Connie is still staring at me with a weird smile, like if she stops, the world will end.
“Fine,” Grant replies in a dry tone. He’s not trying to carry on the conversation at all.
“I love the colors Scarlett chose. Did she pick the reds because of her name?” Connie asks me.
“More of a nickname. She calls Matt Mr. Red.”
She responds with a forced laugh. “How interesting.”
I could kiss Grant for saving us from what feels like dying a slow death when he excuses us. “We were on our way to see the bride and groom. We’ll see you guys around later, huh?”
“Yes, yes! We’d love to see you if you’re in town, dear,” Connie tells Grant as she kisses both his cheeks.
His dad gives another handshake to both of us. Grant grabs my waist and leads us away to the bar for a drink. Can always count on Scarlett to have good drinks. Thank you, open bar!
“Are you okay?” I ask him as we wait in line.
He’s still a little stiff. I know he doesn’t have the greatest relationship with his parents. “Yeah, fine. Sorry about them. I know they’re strange.”
“Your mom seems nice.” If a statue was your parent.
“She is. I just wish she’d grow a backbone.” He clears his throat. “Anyway, what do you want to drink?”
Once we get a drink, Grant loosens up and takes us on the floor for some dancing. At least meeting the parents isover. Whatever happened with them was weird, but neither of us is letting the events get to us. I hope it’s proof of what our relationship can withstand.
Chapter 53
Grant
Ikeep 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 myshoulders.
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?”