Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

But it’s no use. He drops us both into the water. We go under, all the way until the water is covering our heads. When we come back up, I know my dress and makeup are ruined, but I can’t help but laugh when I see Asher’s goofy face.

“That was way too serious. I thought we needed to chill out and laugh before we left,” Asher says, still holding me in his arms.

I throw my arms and head back, floating on top of the water. “We don’t need to leave yet. You’ll have plenty of time to fuck me later. Now that you have gotten me into the water, I don’t want to leave,” I say, relaxing on top of the water.

“Well, I hate to tell you, but you don’t have much time to relax. But you’ll have plenty of time to relax and fuck later,” he says.

I stand up and look at him. “I have no idea what you are talking about, Asher. The only thing on either of our agendas today was to get married. Now that, that is done, we can relax.” I pause. “Actually, the last thing we need to do is tell our families that we eloped.”

“Already done,” Asher says.

I frown. “How is it already done? I haven’t spoken to my family today. Did you already talk to your family?”

“I don’t have any family. I only have one friend. I texted him, but I don’t think he believed me. I let my agent know so that she would be prepared to deal with the publicity.”

I sigh. “I still need to tell my family.”

“No, you don’t.”

I laugh. “I think they deserve to know if I got married or not.”

Asher shakes his head. “I just meant that I already told them.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, my eyes wide with worry.

“I called and spoke to your father to ask for his permission to marry you. Well, more his blessing than permission. I think asking for permission is a bit archaic.”

“And?” I ask, cocking my head to one side, not b

elieving that he spoke to my father.

“And he seemed pleased that you had found someone to marry. Even a scoundrel like me.”

I smile.

“I spoke to your mother as well. She seemed more than pleased that she could tell all of your family that you got married to a longtime friend you had known since you were young. A love that rekindled after Wes treated you so badly. She also said it would be announced in the papers tomorrow to combat any bad press about you leaving Wes the night before you were supposed to marry him.”

I study Asher, who seems so at peace in the ocean. He seems so right here, in the water, and it’s why he sometimes seems so out of place on land. I know that he’s a scoundrel, just like my father called him, but honestly, I’ve seen too much of his nicer side to think of him solely as a scoundrel.

“Thank you,” I say.

He softly kisses me on the lips, clearly not wanting to start something here. And, looking around at the beach that is beginning to swarm with people, I agree.

“You really need to stop saying thank you.”

“Then, you need to stop being so nice to me.”

Asher glances up at something on the beach. I turn to look but have no idea what he is looking at.

“We need to head back in now,” Asher says.

“Why?”

“I’m not telling you. But, now that you are my wife, you have to do what you are told. It’s in the vows or something, right?”

I laugh. “No way in hell am I obeying you. And it wasn’t in the vows.” Was it?

He laughs. “You have no idea what that minister guy said anyway, do you?”