Justified (Alfha Law Firm 1)

“What have you done with my mischievous fiancée?” I grin and she laughs, sitting back in the chair.

“If I acted like everyone else in your life, you would have grown bored with me.”

“I doubt that, Angel.” I chuckle, kissing her temple before standing to my full height. “I will see you at the altar.”

“I’ll be there,” she murmurs as I turn for the door. “Nolan.”

I turn and look at her over my shoulder, watching her swallow then chew on her bottom lip. “What is it, Beautiful?”

She lifts her hand before dropping it to her lap, saying quietly, “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Something about those softly spoken words make me feel more powerful than I have ever felt before. A lump forms in my throat and I nod, leaving before I do something pussyish like start crying.

“Son,” my father says as soon as I pick up the phone.

“Dad,” I reply. I know exactly what’s coming. Chloe called my mother on the way to Vegas, and my mother immediately began freaking out. Then she proceeded to call Chloe’s mom and add her into the conversation.

“Your mother wanted me to call you to tell you that you are now disowned and cut out of the will.”

“Dad, I don’t want to sound disrespectful, but I haven’t even thought about my inheritance since I turned twenty-five.”

“That’s exactly what I told her. Regardless, she wanted me to phone you anyway,” he says on an exhale.

“Tell Mom that, if she relaxes, I will let her plan the baby shower,” I say, hanging up the phone just as my dad prompts, “Pardon?”

It takes approximately thirty seconds for my phone to begin ringing again. I look at the caller ID and smile but press ignore as I head to the elevator. I know my mother, and I know she’s in a tizzy over the news that she is going to be a grandma and will forget about the wedding—at least for a little while. Since the moment she met Chloe, she has hinted that we needed to work on making her a grandmother, so now, her wish is coming true.

I arrive at the chapel, and the moment I enter the room, the officiate is at my side, leading me to the altar to wait for Chloe. I never believed I would want to get married again, but Chloe has changed that for me too. The tighter I can tie her to me, the better off I will be. She is my personal brand of kryptonite.

When the music begins to play, I turn towards the door, and my breath instantly stills when Chloe appears. Her dress is all lace, starting at her neck then completely covering her body, including the tops of her hands. The delicate fabric looks like it has been painted onto her, and as much as I love what she is wearing, I can’t wait to see what she has on underneath.

When we were in New York, Chloe and my mother were going back and forth about dresses. My mother wanted her to have a certain style of dress, and Chloe wanted something completely different. I stayed out of it unless Chloe asked me to step in. My mother could be opinionated, but Chloe was stubborn as fuck, and if she really wanted something, she would find a way to get it.

Now, seeing her walk to me in a dress I know she picked out, with her hair down and makeup that only enhances her already beautiful face, I am glad Chloe got her dream dress. The officiate says something as she arrives in front of me, but I hear nothing but the beat of my own heart as I pull her closer.

“You look breathtaking,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

Her hands fist into the lapels of my suit as I stand at full height, keeping her so close I can feel the heat of her skin. I’m so entranced by her that the rest of the ceremony is a blur until the moment Chloe takes my hand as the officiate repeats the words I just spoke to her.

I never expected to wear a ring again. I never expected Chloe to have a ring for me to wear, so I’m overwhelmed with emotions as she slides a simple band onto my finger. I don’t even wait for his permission to kiss the bride. As soon as her eyes travel from the ring that is now on my finger up to lock with my eyes, I wrap a hand around her waist, bend her back over my arm, and take her mouth in a deep kiss.

“Thank you, Angel,” I whisper against her mouth.

“For what?” she whispers back, looking up into my eyes. The look in hers is so vulnerable and trusting that I know I have been given the greatest gift anyone could ever receive.

“You,” I grunt, overwhelmed with emotion as I pick her up and carry her to the elevator, ignoring the startled look from the chapel staff.

Chapter 7

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As soon as I get the door to the suite open, I step through and kick it closed behind us, causing Chloe to laugh.

“How much do you love this dress?” I ask her, tossing her onto the bed. Then I quickly strip off my jacket and shirt before crawling on top of her.

“It was expensive,” she moans as my hand travels up her inner thigh then up the center of her pussy, feeling that the material of her panties is already soaked through.

“I could buy a million of these dresses. I just want to know how much you love it before I rip it off you.”

Her eyes close and her lips part as my fingers slide into the side of her panties. “I love it,” she breathes, making me smile.

“You love the dress or me touching your pussy, Angel?” I ask, and her hips shift.

It takes a moment for her to come back to herself, but when she does, her head lifts and our eyes lock.

“Both,” she moans, pressing her hips down, causing my fingers to slide into her.

“You better take it off then,” I growl, slowly my fingers move in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit.

“Stop,” she cries, and I shake my head, lift the front of her dress up, lower my face, and suck her pussy through the material of her panties.