Ryker really outdid himself with this one. This is the craziest wedding I’ve ever been to, although I haven’t been to many. This has to be insanely expensive, but if anyone can afford it, it’s Ryker and his family.
My family is really wealthy, but Ryker’s family makes us look poor. His dad may be a dick, but he made a shit ton of money. Granted, a lot of it was probably due to illegal activity.
Standing up here, in front of Ryker and Gwen’s family and friends, in fucking Italy of all places is actually crazy, but I feel good. I’m not feeling nervous like I thought I would. At least, not about standing in front of hundreds of people.
I’m more nervous that Lainey is standing on the other side of the aisle in a floor length, blue gown that makes her body look crazy good. Now that I know what’s underneath that dress, I need more of it.
Her long, brown hair curls over her shoulders, and the blue and white bouquet she holds matches her dress perfectly.
After I left her room this morning, I went back to mine and got ready. I sat in the shower for twenty minutes replaying our time together over and over again.
I feel like a freaking sap. Lainey was everything I expected and more. It was like finally being able to catch my breath.
Jesus, I sound like a fucking ass. I am so screwed. There is no reason I’m this obsessed with this girl. I’ve never been this crazy about any other chick before. Why her? Why Lainey Barkley of all women in the world?
My mom will literally cut my balls off if I hurt her. She loves Lainey like her own daughter. If I even so much as make her cry once, my mother might disown me.
Lainey fucking Barkley. Who would have thought? Definitely not me.
Yeah, she’s always been attractive. Yeah, I’ve always wanted to see what she’d be like in bed. Sure, I’ve thought about what we could be if she’d open up and allow herself to have more than one-night stands and broken hearts.
But did I ever think she’d actually sleep with me? Hell no! I still don’t even know if it actually happened or if it was just a dream.
The music stops suddenly and changes to a soft melody and every voice halts.
Gwen appears at the other end of the aisle, her extravagant white gown hugs her body, a long, shear train following behind as her father slowly walks her down the aisle toward us.
Ryker stiffens slightly beside me, and I watch as a lone tear falls down his cheek. Damn, I can’t wait to make fun of him for crying later.
Gwen looks stunning, and her and Ryker do look good together. I’m glad he found someone, and I’m glad I was there to witness the downfall of his fuckboy days.
As the two recite their vows, I find myself watching Lainey. The girl who never cries has tears streaming down her cheeks as she watches her best friend kiss mine, sealing their fates.
I’ve never really thought about marriage, at least, not until I saw Ryker and Gwen planning theirs, and even then, it seemed like more of a chore than anything.
But seeing Lainey standing here in that dress and knowing what she feels like in my arms and how it feels to be inside her… I’m starting to think about this marriage thing a bit more.
The wedding was beautiful. I mean, I don’t think anyone expected anything less from a wedding in Italy. The reception is already in full swing, and I am already feeling a bit buzzed from the cocktail hour earlier.
I watch from my table as my friends dance to the upbeat music, taking slow sips of my beer. My sister, Lainey, Gwen, and Haley dance in a small circle, laughing and having a blast. Mason, Pat, Ryker, and Logan dance like idiots beside them.
When a slow song begins, Pat and Mason find some girls, Ryker and Gwen pair off, and Logan and Ellie, to my surprise, begin to slow dance.
I make a mental note to grill Logan later about putting his grubby little hands on my sister. But right now, Lainey is making her way back to the table I’ve been residing at, plopping down in her chair, and taking a sip of her cocktail.
She’s definitely tipsy, or maybe even more than tipsy. She’s no worse off than she was the other night, and I don’t plan on letting her get to that point again.
I don’t exactly know how I’ll stop her from getting more drinks, but I’ll find a way to intercept every attempt she makes at getting another fix.
Taking out her phone from her clutch, the screen lights up her face when she touches the screen. I watch her facial expression change from a smile, to… disappointment? Or maybe, it’s anger. Or maybe it’s a little bit of both.
She slams the phone down, screen first, and takes a giant sip of her drink, finishing it off.
Oh yeah, she’s pissed.
My nosy ass wants to know exactly what changed her mood so quickly, but I know Lainey. The more that I push the subject, the more she’ll pull away. So instead of outright asking her what happened, I say,
“All good over there?” That’s casual enough. I’m not prying or pushing too much. Just asking a simple question.
