Four best friends.
One wedding.
A reunion that was never meant to happen.
Time changed everything. But not their pasts. Not the glances that still sting.
Not the love that never really left. One waits for her, clinging to a love that never faded. O...
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If there's a list of bad decisions you can make before your best friend's wedding, going shopping with a man like Ethan Alves definitely deserves a top spot.
And yet here I was, stuck in a car with Ethan freaking Alves. Out of everyone, why him?
I sighed for the seventh time in five minutes, staring out the window like I was mourning my freedom. My gaze flicked to him. Hands on the steering wheel like he owned the road, and worse, the playlist.
"Can you please not change the song?" I asked, my voice calm but already nearing the end of its patience.
Naturally, he didn't listen. Of course. It's Ethan. The walking, talking definition of arrogance. And did I just say please? I was too kind for this.
Since Mr. Arrogant didn't even flinch, I took matters into my own hands. I leaned over and switched the radio to my favorite station — slow songs, the kind that make your heart sigh. Anything to drown out his noise.
I'm not trying to be rude, but my music taste? Immaculate. His? Sounds like rage and Red Bull.
But then. He changed it back.
The audacity.
I stared at the radio like it had just betrayed me. No expletives, I reminded myself firmly. He was being such a bitc—never mind.
But I wasn't about to lose. Not today. I changed it back and even turned the volume up. War officially declared.
He switched it back. Turned it down. Seriously?
"Sorry, but I can't let you listen to this," Ethan said, reaching for the dial once again. He hardly spoke, but when he did, it felt like his voice had been dipped in iced coffee and arrogance. Cold, smooth and definitely not asked for.
"I'm sorry, what?" I snapped, slapping his hand away, gently. I have manners. Sometimes.
"We're listening to my music today."
His lips curved into that annoyingly controlled smile. "Nobody's listening to anything. We're here." He braked to a smooth stop and turned off the engine like he'd just dropped the mic.
Was that a fake smile? Yes. Did it make me want to throw my shoe at him? Also yes.
He stepped out of the car, crossing his arms over his stupidly perfect leather jacket. "Aren't you coming?" he asked, looking way too relaxed for someone who just ruined my entire playlist and my mood. This man looks all sweet and put together but don't be fooled. He's a menace.
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. "YEAH. Coming."
Note to self: never, ever get in his car again.
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