Frowning, I took a gulp of champagne. “Think I could convince them to just get one and Photoshop me in the rest?”
“Because that’ll look great. Becks please,” he said to me and then the bartender. Logan’s parents had paid for an open bar, one in which I intended to bankrupt them with. Big, huge mistake if you didn’t want people getting wasted and falling over or fighting. At least I was a lover when I was under the influence so I wouldn’t embarrass them. Unless I got a little too love-y.
“I can’t believe she’s married,” I said to Damon as we watched on at the photographer ordering them to stand together and clink glasses.
Wrapping his arm around me again, he took a long swig of beer. His thumb rubbed circles on my hip, making it harder to concentrate on anything else. “They look happy.”
“They do.” Every time I saw them I wanted what they had. “Think it’s inappropriate to get drunk yet?”
Smiling down at me, he nodded. “Maybe we should wait until after the meal to get you good and drunk, hey?”
I turned my body into his, pressing against him. “Are you going to get me very drunk?”
His intake of breath made me hot all over. “Yes.”
“Hmm, then what will you do with me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to or not. Knowing what was coming would drive me wild but so would the unknown. Whatever it was I was eating my pudding off his chest first, that was certain.
“Now can we have the bridesmaids with bride and groom,” the photographer called out.
Damon grinned and raised his eyebrow. “It starts. Have fun.”
“Fuck off,” I said and put my glass down, leaving Damon laughing at the bar.
As much as I didn’t want to stand around and have my photo taken hundreds of times, I would suck it up for Chlo. “Hey,” I said when I reached her side. We hadn’t had chance to talk after the ceremony with so many people congratulating her and then the photographer stealing her.
“I’m married!” She squealed in a whisper.
“Oh that’s what that was.”
Rolling her eyes and trying not to laugh, she hissed, “Just shut up and look pretty.”
“Yes, boss.”
I posed in the position instructed and smiled.
Behind the photographer and right in my line of sight was Damon at the bar. I kept my eyes on the camera and focused on making Chlo’s wedding photos something she wouldn’t kill me for afterwards.
“Great, and now just the bride and her bridesmaids.”
Logan looked relieved to get a minute off and reached straight for a pint of beer his dad was holding for him.
Cassie moved closer to Chloe as she was the other side of Logan and just when I went to smile again I noticed some slag muscling in on Damon.
Who. The. Fuck. Is. She.
I didn’t recognise her so I wasn’t sure if it was someone on Logan’s side of the family or one of his old friends. Whoever she was though, she needed to move and do it quickly.
Instead of acting like she appalled him, Damon smiled and started a conversation.
And who the hell does he think he is?
“Okay, look this way,” the photographer said directly to me. Could he not see that I was in the middle of a crisis here? I held no claim over Damon but he was mine and other bitches could back off. Just because he was allowed to sleep with other people didn’t mean he could do it in front of me. That was rude.
David Beckham could walk in right now and I wouldn’t jump on it because there were certain standards you had to follow or you were just a dick.
In Damon’s defence he kept his distance. But at the same time he wasn’t telling her to do one.
I smiled while the photographer clicked the button over and over again but my mind was somewhere else. A place where Damon had a girlfriend and I was thrown away like a used condom. I wasn’t sure what I was more disgusted with, the idea of Damon seeing someone exclusively or comparing myself to a spunk-coated condom.
“Thank you,” the photographer said. “Now, bride and groom and his parents.”
Wasting no time at all, I headed straight back to the bar. Neither of them noticed me approach and as I walked I considered how best to handle the situation. The ‘me’ side of me wanted to kick the backs of her knees so they’d buckle and she’d fall to the floor but the rare, rational side told me to act with more dignity and maturity.
As I approached them I still wasn’t sure which one I was going to listen to.
“Hey,” Damon said, finally noticing I was there.
“Hi,” I replied, standing a smidge too close to him and turning my head to her. “I don’t think we’ve met.”
She smiled and leant her disgusting tiny hip against the bar. “I’m Miranda. Logan’s cousin.”
Ah, I knew she was his side of the family.
“Nell. I’m Chloe’s friend.”
“And bridesmaid,” she added. “The dresses are so cute.”
My eye twitched. I knew that ‘cute’. It was as fake as her eyelashes. Seriously, Damon was attracted to her?