And just like that, I became Mrs. Evercore. It didn’t take a priest, a pastor, any witnesses, or the hand of God. Instead, our vows were said in the library, my man on bended knee as he promised his heart to me. And I promised mine in return as well because what choice did I have? I was in love with Mason Evercore … and our future was just beginning.
CHAPTER TEN
Mason
This girl is right for me. When I slipped the braided rope onto her finger, those big brown eyes turned my way, wide and luminous.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, that soft pout ripe and peachy. “I love it more than a diamond.”
And shit, but my heart turned over, doing flip flops in my chest. Yeah, me, Mr. Asshole Billionaire was head over heels for this sweet brunette, her melodic voice and lush body pulling me closer and closer.
“We don’t have to go to the chapel,” she murmured. “I’m your wife in my heart and soul, where it counts. You know I’m yours, Mason. Always.”
But I was insistent. I needed Laney to be Mrs. Mason Evercore before the eyes of man and gold, the marriage certificate signed, sealed and delivered. So my head shook.
“I appreciate your honestly, sweetheart. But I want you with me, totally legitimate in every way. Indulge me, honey, just this once,” I said hoarsely, clasping those small palms in mine.
Because it’s true. The curvy brunette has my head spinning, every cell of my body oriented towards her. When she laughs, I laugh. When she’s outraged, anger burns in my soul. And when she cries, I want to murder the offender with my bare hands.
But this wasn’t the time for that. This was the time for celebration and happiness, a new chapter in our lives. Because we were getting married and there were endless possibilities, the future bright.
Of course, the prison wedding chapel wasn’t much. Just a small room with a couple pews, an altar, and a faded red carpet for the bride to walk on.
Fuck.
Laney deserved to get married inside a palace. White roses. Golden streamers. Crystal chandeliers. The works. No expense would be too much.
And yet, this was all I could give her because I would be damned if I waited another minute to call her my wife.
The need to mark the female was all-consuming.
Laney was mine.
And now I was going to make it permanent.
One hand reached up to fix my tie.
Damn, it felt good to be wearing a suit again. After a bit of persuasion, I finally convinced the guards to let my lawyer bring me a suit from New York. Designer. A costume tailored to perfectly fit my body type. The jacket alone was a couple of grand. The outfit as a whole cost enough to put a down payment on a single-family home.
Because I wanted to impress Laney. To show her that I was more than just an inmate.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the shoddy green wristwatch from long ago. It was just as shitty as always, but it was accurate, and right now, that’s all that mattered.
Five past.
Where was my bride?
I wasn’t one to get nervous. Fuck, I was known as the king of staying cool and collected. But the mere thought of Laney leaving me high and dry at the altar made me anxious.
No.
The brunette wouldn’t do that. She was crazy about me. I could see it in her luminous eyes, the way her breast rose and fell with every inhale.
Still, doubt lingered.
Hell, I might be the king of this little slice of hell, but I was still human. I had feelings. And the fear of being alone was the worst one of them all.
You could choke on that shit and no one would ever know.
I glanced at the watch once more.
Seven past.
Where the hell was she?
But suddenly, the double doors swung open, the tinny sounds of music sounding in my ears.
My heart skipped a beat, pulse thrumming in my throat.
But there was no one there, just air.
What the fuck? Was this some kind of a joke?
But then, she appeared.
Holy fuck.
Laney was gorgeous.
And I thought she was beautiful before, then now she was a goddess incarnate. No other girl could compare. Thick curves encased in a white, lacey dress that went to her knee. The fabric molded that big behind, her big boobies soft and entrancing.
Fuck.
How did I get so lucky?
I might be Mason Evercore, billionaire and business tycoon of New York City, but even I didn’t deserve a woman like her.
A real woman.
Perfection one hundred percent.
As she swayed down the aisle, smiling that secret smile just for me, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body.
She was magnetic. Gorgeous. Unbelievably entrancing. It took everything in my power to control myself, big form tense, heart thundering in my chest. No one had the slightest idea how hard it is to control your desires when your literal dream girl comes walking into the room.