His Queen (18+)

Chapter V

THE NOTE

They were throwing sticks and stones,
But words could never break you bones,
You just spread your wings and fly,
I knew there always was nothing wrong with being
You

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CHAPTER V

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THE DAYS HAD seemed to speed by, the address being a long forgotten memory thrown to the back of my head as I submerged myself in work and helping plan Morgan's wedding.

The wedding seemed to be the one day where I could free myself from work and carry on stress-free. Or at least it was supposed to be, but nothing was really ever stress free when 'a big event' and 'Morgan' were in the same sentence.

“Everything is going wrong!”

I watched the bride pace up and down the bridal suite from the armchair and rolled my eyes. With a huff, I said. “Nothings going wrong, Morgan.”

She turned to me with a frown and pouted. “That's exactly the problem. Everything is going exceptionally well. Everyone is on time, there are no last minute cancellations. Everything is where it should be. It's all perfect.”

I furrowed my brows. “So... Why is that a problem?”

“Because something is going to go wrong and I don't know when!” she exclaimed, taking me by surprise before taking a deep breath and sitting herself down on the sofa. “Sorry about that.”

“It's fine.”

“Oh no!” she suddenly exclaimed, jumping up onto her toes. I rolled my eyes and looked the other way because she just wouldn't give herself a break.

“What?”

“Where's Anastasia and Gabrielle?”

Anastasia and Gabrielle were her to bridesmaids and her vest friends. Unfortunately, we didn't get a long very well as a trio.

I huffed at the mention of their names and turned away. “Hopefully rotting in hell.”

“Hell is where you are, sweetie,” a third voice joined the conversation, making me roll my eyes and turn away from the two figures who were letting themselves in the room. “So I guess you could say we are.”

“Guys,” Morgan exclaimed, drawing their attention to her. “Where were you?” she asked, jumping up and ignoring the glares we were sending each other.

Gabrielle snapped her eyes to Morgan before pulling an envelope out of her black Louis Vuitton handbag. “We've been interrogating Derek.”

Morgan looked at her in confusion before taking the small white envelope from her and pulling out the letter to read through it. It didn't seem very long and within seconds, she was looking back at them with a frown on her face.

“Who sent this?” she asked, no sign of humour in her voice making me realise that the note was probably very serious.

I couldn't help but feel bad for her. This was supposed to be her wedding day and then someone had to come in and ruin it.

Anastasia folded her hands over her chest and turned to me. “Why don't you ask her?”

Nefore I could start mouthing off about how I had a name, Morgan had spoke up. “Don't involve her in this. I'm asking you.”

They both looked at her with their jaw hung open in disbelief. I only sat back and watched the show unfold because I had no idea what they were talking about.