The Aftertaste

Chapter Twenty Nine

Joe's POV

My heart is racing. Luke is beside me, adjusting his tie and ranting. I'm stuck in my head, thoughts racing completely. Aubrey is somewhere getting ready for this big day. I look good. I've checked the full length mirror three times. I'm ready but I'm not. I check my phone again, waiting for a sign. Anything could get me to run out of here right now. Aubrey was amazing until she wasn't. Everything is crazy. She's pregnant. Danielle hid Greyson from me. I have two kids and I'm in shock. Greyson is amazing. Everything I could've imagined in a copy of me.
"Man, you ready?" Luke pats my shoulder. My mouth is dry so I shrug. I'm not ready.
I take two shots, back to back, letting the burn fill me up.
Thoughts of Danielle flood me. Her soft breast in my mouth, the way she grips me when I'm deep inside her. Her moan. Her taste. Her aftertaste. She's everything I could ever ask for and yet so far from my reach. We seem to fall apart quicker than we get together. My dick jumps in my pants at the thought of her mouth wrapped around me.
"Calm down." I mutter to myself.
"Starting in five." The director says, smiling. Five minutes to get myself together and marry a woman that was only meant to be a fling. Five minutes to forget the way Danielle tastes and feel. Five minutes before I have to become someone I'm not for someone I don't love.
I check my phone for a sign and as if God knows, a text message pops up:

Lawyer:
Fake pregnancy documents, checked twice, boss. Good luck and congratulations.

Something told me Aubrey was lying but I don't think I wanted to believe it. The idea of actually being around through the pregnancy process all the way to the due date, made me excited. I manipulated myself and let my guard down. She's such a snake and a user. I want to leave her at the alter but I can't. She's been there for me, who am I to treat her so bad, especially on such a big day. I can't.
"It's time."

Danielle's POV:

I don't know what I'm doing. My body feels robotic as I throw on my nicest clothes. I line my lips, adding gloss and lashes to the look. I do a quick once over and I'm out the door. Ears ringing and heart beating out my chest, I drive as fast as I can. My prayers float up to heaven faster than I can spew them out. I pray I'm doing the right thing. Will Joe hate me forever? Will his family? I'm lost and confused but I drive.
"Now or never."