Page 85 of The Fake Out

“Aw, can you imagine Blaise putting their little ones on skates?” Eddie cooed.

“So cute,” Alex agreed.

I gave them all the finger. “Okay, leaving now. Stop planning my non-existent wedding and babies.”

I raced down the steps of the apartment, finding Blaise leaning up against his car with a sly grin on his face. He looked amazing in the nicely tailored black suit with the dark purple tie that matched my hair perfectly.

Blaise whistled at me, and his eyes walked up my body. “Damn, girl.”

“You think it’s okay?” I asked nervously.

“Okay?” he asked. “I’m trying to figure out how to get you out of that dress before we get there.”

He opened the passenger door of his car, and I lifted the bottom of my dress so it didn’t drag on the ground when I got inside. He waited for me to get situated before closing the door. He ran around to the driver’s side, and we took off.

“Do you want me to drive back tonight so you can drink?” I asked.

The wedding was up in Chester County, so it was a bit of a drive, and I was pretty sure Blaise had a home game tomorrow.

“Nah, I got a hotel room,” he explained.

“You did? You didn’t have to do that.”

“Hey, if this is it, I want to make it last tonight.”

“Hope you brought the lube!” I joked.

He smirked as he got on the highway. “I did.”

I laughed but ended up being quiet for most of the ride. There was a sour feeling in my stomach whenever I thought about this being my last night with him.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I didn’t want things to end between us. I hadn’t felt this way about someone since Seth. I had been so concerned with showing Blaise the line that I ended up crossing it myself.

The timing was all wrong. Blaise just got out of a long-term relationship, and he wasn’t looking for anything serious right now. After tonight, he was done with me, and even though I said we could still be friends, I didn’t think we were going to see each other after this.

I frowned when I saw a text from the groom.

SETH: Are you really coming?

ME: You invited me.

SETH: I was just being polite.

ME: Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell her she was the other woman.

He stopped texting after that.

“You okay, sweets?” Blaise asked but didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“Fine,” I muttered.

I was not fine, but I couldn’t tell him what was wrong.

He didn’t ask again, and I wondered if this was a good idea. Why did I come to my ex’s wedding?

Before I knew it, we arrived at the venue. I barely took my seatbelt off before Blaise had my door open and offered me his hand. I took it with a smile, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You look gorgeous,” he said and then slanted his mouth on mine in a kiss that left me craving more. He nosed against my neck. “Can we skip the wedding and go bang in the hotel room?”