Page 55 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess

I roll my eyes at myself. Love should stay far, far away from me. I don’t have time for that. Especially not with him. Nope. Never him. Ever.

Chapter 16

Alexander

I follow my parents toward the garden. A huge lake spreads, dotted with ducks and swans. Countless apple trees line the paths, a small stage draped in white fabric stands ready for the band, and groups of tables with benches, chairs, and other sitting areas. The adjacent hall is open, and the large event room in the main building is already packed. Buffets are set up in several spots, while grill masters stoke their fires. There’s something for everyone—barbecue, vegan food, salads, snacks… And also, ice cream, whole cakes, layered cakes, and muffins.

I grab a bowl of watermelon and honeydew melon and scan the crowd. Most employees have gathered in small groups, enjoying themselves. The band takes the stage and starts playinga moment later and it’s not too loud, so conversations can continue easily.

“Well, tell me honestly, my dear son—how do you like her?” my mother asks, holding a champagne flute filled with orange juice.

“Her?” I suspect she's referring to London, but I'd rather avoid this conversation. The way she’s smiling tells me exactly where this is going.

“You know who I mean. London. She’s smart, dedicated, loyal, and pretty. You’d have the most adorable children if you got married.”

Here we go.

My father is absolutely delighted and feels validated. “That’s exactly what I told him!” Of course—the one time they agree, it has to be about this.

A server comes along, offering alcohol, and I take a glass gladly. God knows I need some champagne right now.

“You’re planning to get drunk?” my mother whispers.

“Every time you try to set me up with London, I’m drinking a glass of champagne. So, it’s up to you whether I get drunk today or not.” I raise my glass, take a good sip, and put the empty flute back on the tray.

“I was just saying you’d make a gorgeous couple, and—” she starts to backpedal.

I don’t even let the server leave before I snag another glass.

“Alex, please,” she protests, indignantly.

I don't drink it right away.

“She’s going to be my PA. I expect professionalism. From both sides.” That should make my position clear.

My mother, however, snatches the glass from my hand and puts it back on the tray before shooing the server away. “You won’t find anyone better. I’ve spent three years vetting her thoroughly.”

“You did what?” I ask, irritated.

“I know everything. Who her friends are, where her parents and brothers work, whether she has debts, her criminal record... I’m telling tell you: this woman is perfect."

I swear she won’t stop until London is carrying my child.

“Not in this lifetime, Mother. But you're still young, you could have another son if you’re so desperate to dictate someone’s life. At least until he hits puberty.”

I chuckle, amused while she gives me a death glare. That ice-cold smile with the rigid eyes is something any son should fear.

“Well, your mother isn’t that young anymore,” my father says lightly, immediately receiving the full force of her glare. “That’s not what I meant, honey,” he says with a laugh.

Time for me to make an escape and talk to other people. But as I turn, ready to disappear, London walks toward us.

That white dress with its bold blue flowers is stunning, cinched with a gold belt that matches her sandals and jewelry. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders.

Until now, I’d only seen her in athletic wear. Now, in a summer dress…

“Oh, look who’s stopping dead at the sight of London?” my mother teases as she moves beside me. “I’m already planning your wedding. The only question is—where should it be? Paris would be lovely, don’t you think?”

It’s hard to tear my gaze from London to glare at my grinning mother instead.