“No funny business.”
Dante, Asher, and my dad walked out, and I grabbed Malia’s hands and pulled her over to me. I dropped my lips to hers and kissed her as passionately as I could muster. When we parted, her face was completely covered in a deep blush.
“Well that was unexpected.”
“Hey, you showed me your wedding dress before the wedding, so I decided to kiss you before. You started it,” I said.
Malia grinned. “Where is this new life coming from?”
I shrugged. “I think I just realized that you’re right. It’s better if I just go with the flow, right? You’re a beautiful woman, and obviously very smart.”
“More beautiful than Alexa?” she asked.
Not by a fucking long-shot. “Way more. She was just a fuck.”
Malia’s smile widened. “That’s what I like to hear.” I whipped her around and bent her over the desk, pulling up right behind her. “We don’t have time, Harley. You’ve had four fucking days to do this while you were fucking around with that useless slut.”
“But your moans are what I’d like to hear.”
Malia turned around and faced me. “Save it for tonight.” She reached up and scratched my chin. “Let’s get the formalities over with.” She led the way out of the study and Dante and Asher were right outside. “Come on, Dante. Trust me. This is fine. He needs to get to the altar.”
“Of course.” Dante, Asher, and Malia walked off, and I turned in the opposite direction to head to the backyard.
I walked out and my brothers were already lined up at the altar. I walked down the aisle between two sections of people I didn’t even recognize, and as I passed Alexa I locked eyes with her. I winked as subtly as I could and went to stand in front of the flower covered arch. Huxley tapped me on my shoulder and when I turned he poked at my chin.
“What did you do? Is this ink?” he asked.
“Oh, uh, no. Just soot or something. It’s fine.” I turned my back to him, irritated that I had to lie again. I shouldn’t have let Malia touch me again before leaving.
About fifteen minutes passed and then the wedding march started. I looked out over the sea of people and noticed that Alexa was gone. I took a deep breath. Everything else was in fate’s hands. Dante and Malia rounded the corner from inside the main manor, and walked through the decorated glass doors out onto the lawn. Everyone stood and Dante walked her down the aisle. When she got to me, I grabbed her, kissed the back of her hand, and led her over to the arch. Sadie was standing behind her and had a sick look on her face. Alexa seemed pretty confident that she was going to be a huge help to us, whether or not she realized it. God I hoped she was right.
The priest cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen--”
I cut him off. “Can we skip to the good part?” I asked Malia with a wink.
“I was never one for big speeches,” she responded before turning to look at the priest. “Let’s skip to the ‘I Do’s.’”
“Um, okay.” He closed the bible he had in his hands and looked at me. “Harley Foxx, do you take Malia La Dionne to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
I nodded. “I do.” I could hear Huxley let out an audible scoff behind me.
“And Malia La Dionne,” the priest continued. “Do you take Harley Foxx--”
“I do.” She winked at me and I smiled broadly.
“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Texas, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Malia leaned in and I leaned back. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a no from me.”
“What?” Malia asked. “Kiss me right now.”
“Mm, I don’t think I will. It says I ‘may’ kiss my bride and I’d rather not.”
Huxley started snickering behind me and I heard a couple of the guys trying to figure out what’s going on.
Malia looked at me. “Fine, whatever. I tried to do this the nice way, but you’ve just wasted your last chance. This company is mine now anyway.”
“Is it?” I looked down the aisle and Alexa was standing at the other end with the papers in her hand. “Based on what I’ve been reading, you don’t own anything.” She held up a paper. “You signed a prenup.”
Malia’s head whipped over her shoulder and looked at Dante and then back at Harley. “You fucking snake.”
I shrugged. “You saw all the papers yourself. You signed them.”
“Well, I’m still married to you. I still have control of half this company while I’m Mrs. Foxx,” she threatened.
“Mm, wrong again.” Alexa walked up the aisle. “According to this, you’ve already agreed to Harley’s request for a divorce.”
“I didn’t sign anything about a divorce,” Malia said.