The only thing that could break them up prematurely was Lana’s cell phone going off in her sister’s purse. Inid popped it open and withdrew the phone while watching her sister make out with her new husband. Lana patted Ken’s shoulder, telling him to let her up and give her some air.
My pleasure. Lana was soon out of his grasp and answering her phone. She would only do that if it was something so important that she would interrupt her own wedding for it.
“Yes?” she answered, spellbinding her husband in her radiant gown and with those full red lips. “Make it quick. I just got married.”
The room was awkwardly quiet. What was the protocol for a bride taking a call at her wedding ceremony? Should they scold her?
Lana’s eyes grew so large that her curled lashes almost disappeared into her forehead. “What! Today? Are you kidding me?” She lowered her phone and addressed Ken a few feet away. “It’s the lawyer. The sellers want to do it today or not at all!”
“What?” Ken almost didn’t believe her. They were in the process of purchasing one of the most lucrative office buildings in the city, but the seller was waffling and told them they would reconvene once the couple was back from their honeymoon. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Lana was back on the phone. “Oh my God, if we don’t go there and sign the papers right now, we don’t get it at all!”
Half the room sighed in resignation. Their plays as a power couple were already so well known that neither the Andrews nor the Losers could be surprised that this was transpiring on a wedding day. All they could do was follow them out of the City Hall and to the limo waiting for them on the street. Rain threatened to fall. The sun was already hidden behind the skyline, and the day was so dark this late in the year that Lana shined like a white and gold beacon that turned more than a few heads.
Their families waved at them as the limo drove off, Lana still glued to her phone and fighting with her large diamond earrings as they continued to tangle in her hair. Ken attempted to fix them for her, but Lana was so wound up that he almost ended up on the other side of her ire – and that was a place he never, ever wanted to be.
“Bunny,” he cooed, trying to take the phone away from her. “Let me handle this. We’ll head back home, change, and then go down to his office…”
“Oh, hell no!” Lana batted his hand away. “We’re going down there dressed like this! He’ll see how much I want that fucking piece of trash-glass when he sees me showing up in a wedding dress!”
“I don’t doubt that.” But did it mean Ken had to sign over millions of dollars in a tuxedo? Apparently. Man, if the press wanted a helluva photo of their wedding day? They were about to get it.
“No, you don’t tell him that Lana Losers is on her way there,” she spat into her phone, cheeks as red as her lips, “you tell him Lana Andrews is on her way!”
While Lana yelled at their real estate lawyer on the phone, Ken leaned over and lightly kissed her throat. His fingers felt a bump beneath the collar of her dress. Further inspection revealed the little brass bunny he bought her when they first met.
“Mmf!” Lana almost dropped her phone when her husband sideswiped her with a kiss to rival the one back at City Hall. I can’t help it. She’s so hot when she’s being both romantic and Queen of the Real Estate World at the same time. He had to have her.
Now.
“We’ll call you when we get there,” he said into the phone he stole. Ken snapped it shut, told the driver upfront to do some circles around the block, and resumed kissing his naughty bride. But not before gathering her dress into his hands and fishing for the garter he really, really hoped she was wearing.
“Seriously?” she said between kisses. “Right now? We’re gonna consummate this thing right now?”
“We sure are, Mrs. Andrews.” He had her cornered, hand stroking her thigh and mouth pressing through the beaded lace of her bodice. “You wanna pull a power play and intimidate the man into selling his building to us? Make sure he knew we fucked on the way here.”
A bit over the top, sure, but Ken figured that was going to become their trademark in the many, many years of wedded bliss to come. It must’ve been fate he met a woman so compatible with his sexual urges and thirst for world domination.