Then he picks me up and flings me over his shoulder.
"Where's the dressing room? I need to cover you up, wifey." Then he adds, "But not for long. Because pretty soon, I'm going to strip you to nothing once again."Chapter NineLeviThe moment I walked into the strip club I knew something was off.
It's not the kind of place I like to go anyway, but I'm here for Luke. I don't think it would be a good idea to let him and his buddies come alone. I don't exactly trust them. Luke is prone to getting himself in trouble. That's the last thing he needs a week before his wedding.
We came in during the middle of a routine, and the crowd was going wild. There was a woman up on stage who was curvy, her ass was nice and round. She had her back to us, so all I could focus on was her perfect curves, wishing the woman I was looking at was another woman altogether. The woman I am already head over heels for.
Then the dancer reached up and unhooked her bra before turning around. That's when I saw her face.
Lucy.
Up there on the stage, touching herself, those creamy tits of hers so damn delicious that every man in this club was drooling. I wasn't having any of it.
I rushed up on stage and pulled her out from under the bright lights. I didn't give a shit what mess I made or what scene I may have caused. All I cared about was getting Lucy away from all those eyes. Those men. Their bad intentions.
It didn't take long to get to the bottom of things. Lucy may work on stage, but it doesn't change the fact that she is who she says she is.
And now, she is mine.
I have her over my shoulder as I carry her to the dressing room. She needs to get covered up before she walks down the aisle.
"You sure? You really want to?" she asks as I set her on the floor, so she can get changed.
I followed her in, not caring that there are other dancers around us. I am focused solely on her.
"You know what I want," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I want you to be my wife. Now put on some clothes and let's go do the damn thing."
The dancers look at Lucy in shock, but Lucy just laughs, calling me a caveman.
"If you're getting married, Lucy, you need to wear white." One woman says,
"There's got to be some sort of wedding dress in here somewhere," someone else says, rifling through a clothing rack.
"Didn't Courtney leave one here after she called off her wedding?" another woman asks.
I'm pushed out of the dressing room as the women get Lucy ready.
"Don't take long," I growl.
The women just laugh and tell me that my bride will be ready in plenty of time. One of them suggests I call a chapel and make a reservation. That reminds me that I should probably let my brother and his friends know what I'm doing.
I pull out my phone and send them a text, then I call the Elvis Presley Wedding Chapel and ask if they have room.
"We just had a cancellation. Can you be here in an hour?"
Smiling, I call a limo company next. Lucy is old-fashioned, and she needs to go to the chapel in style.
My phone rings. "Are you kidding me with this?" Luke asks. "You ran out of the club like a fucking ape."
"I'm not kidding. But Luke, I have to ask you something."
"What is it, man, because you caused quite a scene. You ran up onto that stage like some badass vigilante."
"Not vigilante. I was just coming for what was mine."
"That girl who was dancing? She's yours now?"
"Yes, she is. And we're getting married tonight."
"Holy shit, you're not kidding, are you?" Luke asks over the phone.
"I'm not kidding at all. That's why I've gotta ask: Will you be my best man?"When the dressing room door opens again, Lucy walks out, and she is a sight to behold. She may be a stripper, but she's also a bride wearing white on her wedding day.
"I called Granny," she tells me before I can say anything about how beautiful she looks. "She's always up late watching her crime shows, and I told her I was getting married."
"She okay with not being there?"
"She said it sounded quite romantic, and that if I don't take a lot of pictures she's going to come after you. And then she says before you and I ride off into the sunset I have to introduce you."
"We're not saying goodbye to her, so there will be plenty of time for that," I tell her.
"Well, I didn't know what to say when she asked where we would be living... I mean, I was hoping we could stay..."