❝Morrison is my archenemy and he only dies with my hands wrapped around his neck...❞
Carl John Morrison has never met any man who surpasses Aiden Black. He's a stuck-up prick. Easy on the eye. A lethal weapon.
And Carl has a weakness for him.
A tr...
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Ch. 23: Hitched
"You think the marriage officiant is going to open up the ceremony with welcome again folks, don't worry things are a little bit serious this time around?"
"Just so you know Charlie, you're not funny." Carl couldn't stifle his laugh even though he tried his damndest to not give his best friend the satisfaction. He could see Charlie's reflection in the mirror as he was busy fixing his bow tie. It was one of those rare occasions where the guy actually did his hair out of borrowed respect.
"Come on, at least give me some credit," Charlie chuckled nonchalantly before changing the subject. "How many Karens or Kens are we up against today so I know if I have to pre-booze?"
"Aiden and I invited a small crowd, just enough guests for the USCIS to buy our crap otherwise three quarters of the people who attended the first wedding won't even be present." Carl replied while bringing his locs together so he could tie them into a low ponytail. "So there won't be any Karens or Kens for you to deal with."
"Thank fucking Christ for that." Sighing softly, Charlie stood closely behind Carl and clutched his left shoulder. His eyes flickered, surfed and connected with Carl's through the large bathroom mirror. "I don't know if any of this is a good idea dude."
"We already talked about this." Carl muttered underneath his breath not willing to resurrect a conversation they already had a thousand times now. "It's a contractual marriage, not a passport to seduce each other into starting a family."
Why do you have this tiny cinder of optimism burning inside you saying this marriage with Aiden could be somewhat real then? Jesus... Charlie is starting to get into my head.
"When the line between fake and real starts to get blurry and I know it will... sooner than you think." Charlie looked at him with uncertainty. "I don't want you to get hurt."
Carl turned around swiftly to face his friend and offered him an unwavering smile. The kind of smile possessing the power to erase all emerging doubt, "Trust in the process then." he said while checking the time displayed on his phone. "It's almost 5:30pm, looks like we're running late."
Charlie shrugged in response. "Let's get your ass married then."
The last few days were undeniably hectic for both grooms, several meetings scheduled during the week to discuss and sometimes rehearse every tiny little detail of the wedding. It had to be passable, not like they were trying too much and certainly not like they were being forced to attend their own wedding. Everything had to naturally flow but the frustration was also right there on the surface since Monty's case was now being taken to trial the very next morning after the I dos.
