Author's Note:
Hello, my beautiful readers! I am dedicating this chapter to @Nalu_Thurston.
CHAPTER 12:
THE WEDDING PLANNER was more interested in Ender's eyes than anything I had coordinated for a bloody wedding reception that I never wanted in the first place. I wanted red and white dahlias as the main flowers on the floor of the wedding ceremony. The cake needed buttercream frosting with velvet and chocolate sponge inside. I wanted an archway built from scratch and a forest wedding.
She wanted to know Ender's dick size and his personal phone number, "How much do you work out? I imagine suit finding must be difficult." The planner giggles, twirls her hair, flips it back while I point at the food choices.
"Would this classify as good finger food for the entree after the ceremony?" I ask her, looking through the magazines.
She blinks and looks at me, "No. The next page would be better choices to begin with." She mutters, leaning back in her seat while Ender suddenly moves his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, I make a show of not bloody caring. Clicking my pen, I go through the choices as a chin digs into my shoulder bone.
"Darling, what'd you find?" He simply asks me.
I show him the magazine page, "Sea food." I mumble, frowning.
He strokes the exterior of my thigh, claiming something in a possessive form. Darren and Archer hide smiles behind their coffees as Vanessa glances to the wedding planner, who scowls and then shows me another magazine. Ender asks if we could take a break and the planner smiles, nodding to him before stepping away, once she's gone, Payton and Vanessa look to Ender, who pointedly stares at me, "How do you like the wedding planner, dear?" Ender asks me.
I flick through the locations list instead of food, "Tessa-oh, she's lovely, organised too. I wouldn't have thought this much about guest seating and different flowers on tables, and how many tables. We don't even have a guest list...weird how I thought you'd handle all this since you instigated this arrangement in the first place, but I swear, if you say this is a woman's job, I'll kick that dick right up into your intestines and then we'll call you a woman." I state, giving him a look as I hand him the magazine.
He blinks at me, "The planner...she's being pretty open about her feelings."
I widen my eyes, "What? About the wedding? What did she say? I didn't hear any back-talk about it?" I whisper-yell, glancing around for the planner.
"I mean she wants to sleep with me." He emphasises.
I give him a look as if to ask how that's a problem, "That's good, she has the pheromones indicative to your physique. Someone, at least, should. Her dreams can consist of you, mine can consist of killing you and where to bury the body." I say sweetly, patting his shoulder before standing up, "I need the powder room." I mutter, exhausted. The dark look on his face levels out to an unreadable, stoic manner that keeps whatever he felt locked tight. So, anger was definitely in the mix.
"Fix your attitude while you're in there." He orders behind me.
I roll my eyes, I wasn't going to the powder room, I was moving towards the closest computer, before hacking into the network to trace a more efficient way to Ender's bank account details, the secure ones for the wedding. I write down the number and remove the history on the desktop monitor before stepping out of the main offices.
When I move back inside, surprisingly, Isabella is there with a raised eyebrow, "Which powder room did you go to?" She immediately asks me in front of them. Ender narrows his eyes, leans back and studies me.
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ActionI agreed to it, I had no choice but to do so, even if I had never met the man who preferred to surround himself with friends over family. The man who was rumored to have his own Mafia, not that I truly believed much of it, I claimed to know nothing...
