I pull back to look her in the eye. “Go and find him, though. Don’t call or message him.”
“Okay.” She nods and we both walk out of the store. I leave Charlotte to lock up and head towards E’s suite.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Iswipe the card against the door. The moment Louie called me, telling me I needed to meet Evie, I dropped everything I was doing to go and find her. I’ve been trying to call her the entire ride over to the Royal and she’s not answering.
I was trying to find out where the fuck my second-in-command disappeared to. No one has seen or heard from Paz since he left me the otherday. He should be at the estate back home. The jet didn’t make it there and no one seems to know where the fuck it is.
When I walk into the suite, I find Evie pacing the living room.
“Evie?” I take my time, running my eyes up and down her body, checking for any injuries. My glare hones in on her wrists. They’re intact. I still can’t get the image of them sliced open out of my head. Seeing her unharmed calms my mind—a little.
“I want to get married,” she says, stopping in the middle of the room.
I smile. But I don’t approach her yet. “You do, huh?”
“Now,” she says. “Will you do it?”
I tilt my head to the side. Part of me wants to take advantage of her momentary insanity. Another part wants to question her motives.Why now? Why the fuck does she look desperate?
“I sure as fuck am not letting you marry anyone else. So if you want to get married, it’s going to be to me, Evie,” I tell her.
Her body relaxes. “Okay. We can just go to a chapel, right? Like Louie and Charlotte did.”
“We could.” I nod. “But your wedding isn’t going to be in a chapel. You deserve better than that.”
“You don’t want to marry me today?” she asks.
“I didn’t say that. I will marry you right this second. I just said you’re going to get the wedding you deserve. Not some cheap Vegas chapel.”
“I don’t care about the wedding. We just need to be married, Emmanuel,” she stresses.
Now I really am curious. “Okay, I’ll have papers drawn up. We can sign them this afternoon in front of a judge. It will be legal, but our wedding, that’s something we will plan, and it will be fucking amazing.”
“Okay.” Evie nods a little too enthusiastically.
I take my phone out of my pocket and send Louie a message.
Me:
I need a judge to sign marriage documents between me and Evie. Today.
Louie:
Get the fuck out of here. Seriously? Does she know what she’s signing?
Me:
She asked me.
Louie:
Why?
That’s a good fucking question.
“You know, I don’t really care why the sudden change of heart, Evie. Or about the urgency to get married. If you say that you want to be my wife, I will make you my wife. I am curious, though. Why now?”
