When a 22 year old wedding planner gets booked to plan a wedding for NBA star Ja Morant and his millionaire fiancée, she finds herself being the only thing from keeping them from saying, "I do." With family secrets and affairs, the woman has to try...
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"On Wednesdays," I say, smiling at the pink dress Kristen has on.
"We wear pink," we say in unison.
"You nervous for today," she asks me and I nod my head.
"I mean, not only am I planning their wedding but I'm sleeping with the groom."
"You know, as much as I supported it before, i don't know how I feel anymore," Kristen says, sitting down on my desk.
"Get your tush," I say, pushing her off and she rolls her eyes. "Elaborate."
"This nigga sent 10,000 dollars worth of flowers, and showed up and refused to leave. He's getting married, and treating you like you're his girl. I know your heart, Y/N. You'll fall in love."
"I'm okay, Kristy. I can handle it," I assure her. Ja made me promise not to tell anyone about the blackmailing that the Graves are doing, or about the reason why. But he broke it down for me and showed me the contract he signed that stated that if he broke it, his entire career would be ended. I agreed that I would stick beside him until he found a way to get out of it, if that would ever happen. Regardless, I can see that he truly cares about me and I care about him too.
We spent that day and the day after together. After practice he came to my office while I finished working on vision boards, sending and responding to emails and finalizing things for Madison and James's vowel renewal. We talked and laughed, sharing stories and eating everything in the break room. It was actually peaceful.
"You're already in love, aren't you," she asks me and I let my head hang low.
Am I? I don't think it's love but I do have a weakness for him. His smile, his voice. The way his eyes soften when he talks about his daughter. The way his tattoos tell stories no one but him would understand. And the way he grabs my throat when he kisses me. Every single time. He makes me feel like I can let my guard down, and I've never had that with anyone before.
"Keep your guard up, Y/n. Please," she says. "That big nose ass nigga is only gonna hurt you if you don't stop yourself from falling anymore than you already have. This is your first well anything, and he needs to understand that you're the prize."
"I hear you," I tell her and place my hand on hers. "Kristy, I know what I'm doing. I'll be fine, I promise. I don't love him, this is new to me. Now is there anything else you need to comment? They'll be here in 15 minutes."
"He's fat, Y/n. He ate all my fucking jolly ranchers!"
"You poor baby," I laugh, as a message from Ja pops up on my phone.
We finna pull up She just yelled at me like I was a little ass fucking kid On my mama I hate that woman
