Ruined Vows Read Online Stasia Black

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Just when I’m tempted to take a step forward and ruin some of that lipstick the make-up artist so carefully painted on, the door bangs open.

“Kira! Honey, I’ve missed you.”

Kira spins, and her face lights up. She grabs her gown and starts running—and I literally mean running—toward the door and the man standing there in a polished gray suit.

“Drew!”

My gut sours. Drew? This is the fiancé she has the understanding with?

She throws herself into his arms. While she’s hugging him, his eyes meet mine over her shoulder.

Because I’m an immature asshole who can’t act my age, I give him a smug smile and a little wave.

His eyes narrow. But then he’s too busy with Kira pulling back and chattering away at him. I’m a little too far away to hear what she’s saying, which is probably for the best. Somehow in all the activity of today, my dopey ass went and forgot what the big event tonight was all about.

Her engagement dinner party.

Because she’s about to get married. To this little limp dick of a man.

But isn’t that the way it always goes? Rich people marry other rich people.

It’s literally the point of all this. So Kira can get access to her inheritance, right? It’s all gross as shit if you ask me, but then again, no one has. And maybe that’s easy for me to say, never having had anything my whole life. Maybe if I had, I’d be a little more precious about not wanting to lose it.

Either way, it’s shit biscuits watching Kira and Drew’s heads go together as they chat intimately.

But then I frown. ’Cause yeah, they hugged when he came in, and Kira’s smiling wide at him as they both talk rapidly like they’re finishing each other’s sentences. But they haven’t kissed once.

And where the hell has he been while she’s been dealing with this motherfucking stalker? Was he out of town? Could he not have come back to comfort his fiancée? Nothing would have kept me away if my fiancée walked in on the fucked up scene Kira and I did.

Finally, Kira turns and gestures at me to come over.

I hop to it. This is one introduction I don’t want to miss.

I stride forward and hold my hand out as Kira says, “Drew, this is Isaak, my bodyguard.” She looks embarrassed. “Oh, sorry. My personal protection officer,” she amends.

“I’m her bodyguard,” I say, barely stopping myself from putting emphasis on body.

She smiles up at me. “Isaak, Drew.”

Drew reaches his hand out and grasps mine as if he’s trying to crush my bones when we shake. I smirk as he smiles genially.

So he’s one of those. I could show him a real bone-crunching grip, but my latent maturity finally hits, and I let him think he’s got the upper hand for Kira’s sake.

In my experience, men who try to play these kinds of intimidation games with other men have small dicks.

“The legendary Drew. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh?” he says smoothly, finally releasing me with a smirk. “I haven’t heard anything about you. Although, I wouldn’t think you and Kira would need to talk much. Aren’t security supposed to be the strong, silent types? Seen but not heard?”

“You’re thinking of what they used to say about children about a hundred years ago. Everything’s a little more organic these days, both with raising kids from what I hear and in security.”

“Ah. I’m surprised you’re still in security at your age, though. No offense, bro.”

I smile wide at the little shit. “To quote a classic, ‘It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.’”

“Well, they have all sorts of procedures for those kinds of things these days.” He slaps me on the back. “Don’t be too proud just because you’re a man.”

He looks back at Kira and holds out his arm to her. “Shall we, love?”

“I-Uh-” She looks back at me with a little bit of an apologetic look, then takes his arm. That introduction definitely didn’t go the way she thought it would.

Apparently, she’s not aware she’s marrying a piss-ant. Plenty of women make the same mistake. I’d be happy to tell her, but I get the feeling it’s the sort of thing you have to recognize yourself.

I hope she does before it’s too late.

Now’s not the time anyway since Drew’s pulling open the door and starting down the hallway that has an open balcony on one side. The chatter of people and piano music below swirls up.

Ahead of me, I hear Drew reassuring Kira that she’s the most beautiful woman here and that everything’s going to be okay. At least the piss-ant knows how to do one thing right.

When they get to the top of the stairs, the pianist starts a dramatic new song that has everyone in the room hushing.

Then I hear the pinging of a spoon against a glass. “Welcome, welcome, my friends!” Carol’s voice is musical now, barely recognizable from the harridan she was earlier in the bedroom when she was berating her daughter.


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