Broken Love (Broken 4)

Ava smiled bigger. “So … you sure you want to marry me?”

Throwing my head back, I laughed. “I’ve debated it all day today.”

Hitting me on the chest, we made our way back to the hotel. Ava ordered room service and we spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other’s arms.

I STOOD AND stared at myself in the mirror.

I’m in Paris.

I’m getting married.

I’m freaking out.

My cell rang on the side table. Quickly walking over to grab it, I saw his name and debated answering.

Nate.

“Hello?”

“Are you sure about this, bro? The whole ball and chain thing? It’s not too late to back out.”

Rolling my eyes, I let out a frustrated sigh. “What in the hell are you calling me for? It’s like three in the morning there.”

“I’ve been at your bachelor party! It was fucking amazing! The stripper we hired … holy shit, dude. She fucked me until I swear she broke my dick.”

Pinching my eyebrows together, I replied, “Wait. You had a bachelor party for me … without me there?”

“Yeah, well it’s not my fault you ran off to France to get married.”

“Asshole, I would have been in the Bahamas today so I still would have not been there.”

The line was silent. “All right, well whatever; we celebrated your dick being owned by one woman for the rest of your life. How does it feel knowing that? God … my body just trembled thinking about it.”

“Someday, Nate, there is going to be a girl who is going to change you.”

He let out a roar of laughter. “Fuck. No. I like the way my life is, thank you very much.”

“What was her name?”

“Who?”

“The stripper.”

A loud crash came from the background as Nate mumbled something about not being able to find the lights. “Hell, I don’t know. Candy. Misty. Rock my world. I have no clue what her name was. All I know is she could fuck.”

I shook my head. I knew this was not the life Nate wanted. He just hadn’t met the right girl to tame his wild ways.

“Listen, I’ve got to go. Nate? Are you okay?”

“Me? Hell yeah. Drunk as hell from that awesome as fuck bachelor party I threw you.”

With a moan, I replied, “Well, glad it was fun. I’ll talk to you when we land in the US.”

“Tell Ava I said hi. And Ryder, I really am happy for you. Ava is a great woman and what she has done for Kate … well, just tell her I said thank you.”

My heart warmed. I knew deep down inside my brother wasn’t a total asshole. “I will, bro. Talk soon.”

After getting off the phone with him, I took one last look at myself and made my way downstairs. The wedding was being held here in the hotel in one of the private ball rooms. When I walked in, I smiled. The room was filled with white and pink roses. Ava would love it.