Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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"Are you nervous?" I straighten his navy-blue tie with thin silver stripes that stand out against the white shirt.
"I'm more excited than nervous," he says, buttoning his black suit jacket.
"There's still time you know?" I smirk, adjusting the navy-blue pocket square.
"Time for?"
"To run."
"Fuck me," he says with a sigh.
"No thanks."
"It's the bride's job to run, not the fucking groom. Oh shit!" His eyes widen and he runs a hand through his elegantly styled hair, messing it up in the process. "What if she runs? What if she changed her mind about me? About us? What if-" And I slap him.
"Thanks man," he taps my shoulder with the hand which isn't currently rubbing the cheek I slapped. It wasn't that hard, but it wasn't soft either. It was exactly right to snap him outta the what-if-funk he had going on. "You always know what I need."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"If the shoe fits," he shrugs with a smirk. "Since you slapped this perfect face on the day I need it the most, mind doing me a favor?"
"You want me to go find your balls?"
"Can you check up on Nay for me?" We say at the same time and his brows scrunch together in frustration. Thought he'd be used to this shit by now. Apparently not.
"Can you be serious for once?" He sighs and then I see it - fuck, I'm seeing a lot of things lately - the growth, the change. I gotta admit, it's not bad. I also see the slight shake in his hands, the fear in his eyes he refuses to tell me about.
"Alright, I'll make sure she doesn't turn into the runaway bride even if I have to handcuff myself to her, and drag her down the aisle." Too far? I don't think so.
"That could work..." He trails off before a smile curls his lips in the corners. "I can see that shit now."
"Me too," I grin and walk towards the door.
"Don't tell her I sent you." I stop, my hand inches away from the gold-plated door handle. "Please," he begs and without looking at him, I hear the desperation. "She'd be so pissed at me if she found out I doubted her for even a second."
"I've got you," I open the door and I'm greeted by Dennis and Penny getting ready to knock.
"How is he?" Penny whispers and stands on her tiptoes trying to catch a glimpse over my shoulder but it's comical considering her 5'6 height.
"He's a bit nervous but scared shitless-" Penny slaps my arm with her handheld purse thing. "Language," she scolds, and I smile sheepishly. "He's afraid she's going to run."
"That's better and he has absolutely nothing to be afraid of. That girl is madly in love with him."
