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ALISTAIR
Eloise was asleep when I got back to our room after speaking with my dad. He wanted to check in on me and see if I was okay with the wedding. I told him I didn’t care, and especially not now that I have Eloise. We spoke about my feelings for her and how surprised I was that they happened so quickly. Of course, I gave the watered-down version of our relationship.
He told me he thought she seemed a perfect fit for me, and he had never seen me happier, even when I was with Miranda. I told him Eloise is the one, which scared the shit out of me but also made me feel at peace for the first time in my life.
When I woke up this morning and rolled over and saw Eloise lying there in my arms, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she says, rolling over and wrapping her arms around me.I could get used to this.The next thing I know, she has me on my back and is sinking her pussy over my morning wood. Hell, yeah, that is exactly how I want to wake up in the mornings, every single day for the rest of my life.
The thought should terrify me, but it doesn’t.
We fuck in relative quiet, simply enjoying each other.
“Morning,” Eloise says, smiling at me.
“Good morning to you too.”
“What can I say, I can’t keep my hands to myself,” she states, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Me either, babe. But we better jump in the shower. Have you seen our itinerary?” I point at the book on the coffee table. “We have a strict schedule to adhere to.”
Elle groans as she pulls the covers back over her head. “Do we have to go? I’d rather spend all day in bed with you.”
“There is no place I would rather be, but alas, my parents want me to show up and perform,” I tell her.
Elle rolls her eyes, but she nods her head.
Thankfully, I wasn’t in the wedding party, so I didn’t need to hang out with George and Miranda. I still had to join in with the family photographs, which was a pain in the ass. George was in fine form all day, loving the spotlight and enjoying that absolutely everything was about him. He was at his most obnoxious self today. Thankfully, he left me alone, and there were no more crude remarks about Eloise. I wasn’t above giving him a black eye on his wedding day. Actually, I was looking forward to it if the time was right, but it never came.
We made it through the wedding ceremony where they said their vows, which we know mean nothing, then headed on to the lavish reception.
Eloise and I had fun at the reception—we danced, we drank, we laughed.
During a dance with my mother, she peppered me with questions about Eloise and our future together. It’s still a little soon, but what I do know is I don’t want her moving back in with her best friend. I’ve enjoyed coming home to her puttering around the house, and I’ve loved being her sounding board for her business. But above all, I’ve relished simply laying on the couch and watching television with her, enjoying all the mundane couple things that I never did with Miranda.
Looking down at my watch, it’s past midnight, and Eloise hasn’t come back from the bathroom. It’s been a while—I should check on her. I head out of the wedding marquee and into the darkness. I follow the lights along the path to where the luxury portable bathrooms are located. The doors are all open on the ladies’ toilets, so where the hell is she?
“Eloise,” I call out, sticking my head in each cubicle to make sure she’s not there.
“Missing someone,” Miranda asks as she slides up to me in her wedding dress, then she runs her hand down my arm. For fuck’s sake, this woman just married the man of her dreams. What the hell is wrong with her?
“Have you seen, Eloise?” I ask reluctantly. She’s the last person I want any help from, especially where Eloise is concerned, but I can’t help but be a little concerned.
“You mean your whore?” Miranda spits.
What the hell did she say?I turn my head and stare at her.
“George said she’s a whore, and you hired her to be your date. Did you think I would be jealous of a girl like that? You need someone a hell of a lot better than her to make me jealous. She is no competition to me,” Miranda says as she lays her hands on my chest.
“Don’t touch me,” I yell as I take a giant step back. “I’m trying to find Elle, and if you don’t know where she is, then I don’t have time for your toxic bullshit. This is your wedding day. Shouldn’t you be with your husband?”
“Please! We all know he’s probably fucking one of the catering girls as we speak,” she says, slurring her words. “We aren’t traditional, Ali. We can fuck whoever we want.”
“Good for you, but leave me out of it,” I reply, stepping back a couple more steps.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if George is fucking your date right now. He told me she propositioned him last night,” she adds.