2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

Her soft, creamy skin, her tight pussy, those lips, her taste…god, it was maddening.

“That’s awesome man. When will it be?” I asked him.

“Two weeks…”

I coughed in surprise. “Two weeks?”

“Yeah…that’s why I actually need your help.” I arched my brow. He never asked for help.

“What’s up?” I went for the last tee. He was quiet as we packed up, must be a big favor.

“I just got this new case at the last minute. And I have to impress the senior partners so I can finally move up from partner to senior partner too. And the case is already taking a lot of time, I won’t able to make all the tea times and what not for wedding planning.”

He stalled the golf cart at the clubhouse. The valet took it back and we walked inside.

“Sounds serious. What do you need my help with?” I glanced at him.

He gestured to the bar. A few drinks sounded really good right about now.

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

He nodded once. What the hell did that mean?

“Yeah, I mean I want you to be my best man.” I was a little shocked, and honored too. He has other friends he could have asked. “Can you?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I ordered a neat scotch and he got a vodka soda. “I’d be honored.” I added.

“Thanks. And uh, would you mind planning the wedding with Gab?” I nearly spat my drink out.

“I’m…not sure what that really means.” He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head.

“There are a lot of things I’m supposed to go to. I’ve got the cake tasting, choosing the menu, and then the florist just quit on us because of how short notice it is.”

“You want me to do all that? Isn’t that a little odd considering I am not the one marrying Gabrielle?” I laughed. He just tried his pleading face with me, the same one he would use to get me to do his science and math homework in college.

“Yeah. Since you’re my best man and all…” I groaned and sunk into my bar stool.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to help him, honestly. But if it were anything other than planning a wedding, I would be fine. I knew it would just remind me of Vivian and the shit she put me through. But I didn’t want to divulge all that with him. He doesn’t need that negativity around his wedding.

“Will you do it?” He shoved me, and I feigned a glare before downing my second scotch. The bartender was on point with the refills.

“Buy me dinner, then I’ll decide.”

Chapter Eleven: Emilia

Every morning was different since that night at the ball. I found myself checking my phone every morning for more than my email. I kept hoping he had somehow found me, and had sent me a message saying he wanted to see me. But I was stuck in some impossible fairy tale.

I would get up and sulk over my coffee, wishing something remotely exciting would happen to me, but of course it never did. Then I would eat a sad bowl of oatmeal, go for a walk or run and then pull myself out of it. Because good things had come of that night as well.

My business.

I laced up my new shoes to go into work. Yeah, I had bought new shoes for the first time in months. It had been four weeks since that ball, one month and I had already done three other events. An anniversary, graduation ceremony, and a commencement address for the local college. Sasha was mostly to thank, she told me when anyone asked about the arrangement, she would direct them right to me.

“It was so beautiful, I knew you would do a good job. But that was amazing! I think it’s how I got so much money.” She laughed softly. Sasha had stopped by the next Monday, somehow looking at her made me think of that man and then I was blushing.

“Thank you. And thank you so much for the opportunity.” I smiled back at her.