For several seconds, neither of us said a word. The scent of his cologne tempted me, made me want to hug him and melt in his arms until this day was over.
But then it hit me.
Wait a minute.
“You.” I glared at him. “It’s you.”
“It’s Asher.” He smiled. “But if you give me your phone number, I’ll let you call me whatever you want.”
“How the hell did you know this wedding wasn’t going to happen?” I ignored his charm.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.
“At the flower shop…” I stepped closer. “You said if you were me, you wouldn’t worry about this wedding, which means you knew it would end in disaster.”
“I don’t recall saying that.” The look on his face said the opposite.
“You did something, didn’t you? That’s why you were messing with her bouquet?”
“You’re jumping to a lot of conclusions. Sorry whatever happened, happened.”
“You’re not sorry about anything…” I narrowed my eyes. “Why would you do something like that?”
He didn’t answer.
He just stared at me.
“You cost this couple sixty thousand dollars,” I said. “Sixty. Thousand. Dollars.”
“I prefer to look at things a little differently.” He closed the gap between us. “I saved them from a lifetime of misery.”
“Thank you for admitting you were involved.” I crossed my arms. “Do you think you’re some type of god?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But if you use your critical thinking skills, it’s obvious I was hired by someone to do this.”
“The groom?”
“The father of the groom.”
“What?”
“Well, technically it was both of them, but the father paid, so…” He shrugged. “Now that I’ve given you far more information than necessary, you can give me your phone number.”
I blinked, stunned that this man seemed to think that was still happening.
“I’m not used to asking for something I want this many times,” he said, looking amused. “Is there a problem?”
“Yeah, there is.” I tossed the tea onto his shirt, watching the brown liquid seep into the white fabric. “Fuck you.”
He clenched his jaw, looking down at the damage.
“I never want to see you anywhere near me or one of my weddings again,” I said.
“Seeing as though you’re a psychopath…” He glared at me. “I hope the same.”
“Good.” I turned away before he could utter another word. I headed to the lobby and held back a scream.
This was the first time one of my weddings wouldn’t end in a happily ever after, and it hurt like hell…
