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“You’re in big fucking trouble, Annabelle,” Jack growls in my ear. “Last drink, then we’re going upstairs.”
Unable to hold back, I let a quiet giggle slip out my lips, causing another low growl from Jack.
I knew this reaction from him was coming.
We’ve had a few more drinks, and I realize drunk Jack is more jealous than ever. It doesn’t help that I’ve been in the corner with London’s other notorious playboy George Anderson while Jack’s been stuck with Sadie for the last thirty minutes.
It also doesn’t help that George and I have had playful, flirtatious banter going on for years that Jack is well aware of.
What he doesn’t know is whether or not we’ve hooked up, and I know it’s driving him insane.
George is a good friend of Wills, they played rugby together for years. He also went to school with my brother Matthew, and I’ve known him since I was a kid.
The flirting is just for fun; nothing more has ever happened. But I have to admit that seeing Jack suffer is even more fun.
“Last toast of the night.” Jack picks up his scotch and we all follow, angling ourselves toward the bride and groom, who have two of the cutest babies asleep in their arms.
Their nanny came as a guest but also to help, though I don’t think it would have felt the same if they didn’t include the girls the whole time, so it’s not a surprise they’re still here, even if they’re sleeping.
“Cheers to Sadie and Wills and their epic celebration of love. A celebration that was long overdue for two people who deserve a happy ending more than most. Tonight was one for the books!”
“Cheers!” we all sing in unison, clinking glasses. His words couldn’t be any truer.
Jack scans the circle of our friends and finds Wills’s eyes. “And to Wills. Someone I already admired as a father, but now as a husband, as well. Thank you for being the one my sister deserves. Congrats to the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.”
Everyone clinks glasses again as Wills passes a sleeping Charlie to Declan, then walks toward Jack.
He holds his hand out, then pulls him in for one of those manly hugs where they pat each other’s backs and grunt. Though I can see in their eyes, especially Wills’s teary ones, this means more.
The second my drink is finished, Jack’s hand is on mine pulling me away from the crowd. “Let’s fucking go.”
“What the hell are you doing, Jack? We didn’t even say goodnight.”
“Everyone is drunk, passed out, or about to pass out. They don’t give a shit. We’ll see them at brunch in the morning.”
Is it wrong that I’m excited for angry Jack to fuck me?
God, it’s going to be so good.
“Ah, wait!” I put on the brakes, tugging on his hand.
He tugs back, trying to pull me along. “I’m not waiting any longer. I need you now.”
I push through the door next to me and use all my strength to bring Jack along.
Shit, no lights. Where the hell are we?
“Best goddamn call you’ve made in your life, B. Who the hell wants to wait to get back to the room?” he mutters, lust thick in his words.
He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him and kissing my neck, quickly realizing my dress is in the way.
“Fuck, take it off. Now,” he barks.
“How can you even see right now? I’m blind as a bat.” He puts his phone light on and accidentally shines it right in my eyes. “Jack. Get that light off of me.”
“Shit. Sorry.” He props it on a shelf. “Why are we in here?” he asks, then adjusts himself, and now I can’t seem to drag my eyes away.
