4 years later
I groaned and threw my hands up in the air, "What the fuck is going on here!?" I screeched as I looked at how messed up my house had become. Erica and Jessica sat at the kitchen counter with innocent faces covered head to toe in flour, with frosting on their faces. My kitchen was ruined. Flour covered almost every single surface and there were dirty dishes that littered the counter next to the overflowing sink. I shot them both a glare as I sat my bag on the kitchen table.
Jessica chuckled and Erica started batting her eyelashes, "Well miss OCD we were practicing our baking skills to make the damn wedding cake you so desperately want. No baker here in the city is wanting to touch your idea because they heard about your bridezilla moment at the Le Boulanger Magique. They're terrified of you!" She huffed at me. Jessica turned around abruptly, probably to hide her laughter which only pissed me off more.
"Had Mr. French Fuck been able to understand what I was asking and bothered to just look at the fucking picture I made he wouldn't have had to wear his latest creation! Which yes, we did pay for it dammit! I'm not that fucking difficult! But you two, are going to clean this kitchen top to bottom and the fucking living room because my fabric was neatly placed in the guest bedroom for the seamstress! She'll be here in a few hours and I'll be damned if she sees this lace a mess and the fabric choices wrinkled because you two can't keep your grubby little mitts off of it!" I clenched my hands into fists before taking a deep breath and pulled out my cell phone to see if Damien had messaged me when he'd be back from New York.
There was only two months left before the wedding and I was getting so nervous about everything. We still needed to find a baker to make our cake along with an officiant willing to do the wedding. Since my slip up at that stupid french bastards bakery no one wanted to even answer any of my calls in fear they'd be barreled into by this ol' trainwreck.
"Okay okay sheesh. Take it easy there tiger! I'll wash up and take the fabric back into the bedroom and Erica will work on the kitchen until I'm done then I'll help. You should go for a drive, maybe get a coffee or call Damien. I'm sure he misses your voice." I bit my bottom lip looking over at Jessica and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah I think I'll just wait for a bit to call him until later tonight. I need his measurements anyways for his suit. He's probably just really busy helping out Justin and Rosette with their new place and getting Justin accustomed to how things work in the Club. Asher will be over later today too to help me with venues and placing the calls. He's much better at dealing with their bullshit then I am." Erica snorted causing my brow to raise, "What, you don't agree that the man you've been eyefucking since you first met him at my welcome back party doesn't have a way with words?" She shot me a glare which made me and Jessica chuckle.
Asher and Erica had grown quite close over the years and we were all waiting for them to just face the music and get together to give it a shot at romance. She shrugged before immersing herself in washing the dishes and wiping down the counters. I took that as my que to drop it.
I was strolling to mine and Damiens bedroom when my phone started blaring 10,000 hours, my ringtone for Damien. I pulled it out smiling like a giddy school girl answering it, "Hello honey i've missed you!" I say before letting him speak. There was a grunt of disapproval and a sigh before Justin's voice came over the receiver.
"Nyx It's Justin and we've got a problem."
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Devils Rebels (MC)
General FictionI admit it, I was stupid to think that me of all people would be an ordinary woman. Nope. I've lived through tremendous abuse from being in foster care after my parents were both murdered within 3 months of each other and then the sudden death of my...
