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A wedding in Chapel
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A wedding in Chapel
4: A wedding in Chapel
<< Miles >>
We spend most of our evening in pubs and bars. After hitting some casinos, Liam
takes off with a girl and I am left alone.
“Loosen up!” he says before leaving.
Loosen up is the last thing on my mind. My mind is still swirling with plans to save my hard work. But I am unable to figure out how I can do that.
This trust fund money a year later would be no good to me. Marrying a random girl wouldn’t work either. She will probably claim my property in alimony when we divorce.
A genuine wedding is a No No affair.
“Is this seat taken?” A beautiful Latino girl in a gorgeous dress asks me.
Generous breasts. Petite body. Totally my type. But for some reason, the idea doesn’t
excite me.
“Actually, I’m already leaving.”
I chuck up my drink and get up to leave. She looks offended, and I sigh. Why do girls have low confidence, even when they are da7n beautiful?
As if their self worth depends on me being nice or a di7k with them.
I am feeling generous today, So I tell her, “On any other day, I would have shown you a
real good time, but I am not in a good mood today.”
She blinks at me and breaks into a beautiful smile.
As I walk away, she calls me out.
“Would you like to attend a wedding with me?”
That’s an odd request! I turn and7k my brow at her.
“It might brighten your mood! I am looking for a date for my Best friend’s wedding this
evening.”
Wedding in Las Vegas?
“Is this some quickie marriage?”
She rolls her eyes and says, “It kinda is… but she demanded me to bring a date as if I could grow a boyfriend out of the ground in an hour somehow.”
“Typical Bridezilla!” I chuckle.
She lets out a musical laughter. “She sure is. Looking at her temper, I am almost happy
she is not having an extravagant wedding.”
“So… would you be interested?” She says, giving me a flirtatious smile.
I shrug. “Why not! It will be a pleasant distraction for the evening.” I have seen
things in this city. but a wedding in Las Vegas Chanel is certainly not one of them. wedding in Chapel
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too.
And Who knows, after the wedding I might get in the mood to bed this gorgeous girl
I hope she wouldn’t mind a one night f7k.
<< Sophia >>
It’s been almost a week since I ran away from home like a teenager. Threw my sim card away and broke contact with everyone. Barely took me a day to realize that was a hasty decision. To start a new life, I need a few things.
Well, actually more than a few things…
And there is no point in buying everything when I have my stuff in my old apartment. So I contacted Lena. She is my only friend, not connected to my personal life. She agreed to help me out to start a new life.
The very life I plan to start over.
I am waiting here enjoying myself, trying to forget the pain in Las Vegas while she packs and sends my stuff over to New York.
Yes, that’s where I am going.
I did so much for that family for everyone. What did I get?
Betrayal. Heartbreak.
I poured my heart and sweat into Dad’s company. And look at him. I haven’t heard from him either. Maybe he doesn’t even know I am missing yet. Yeah, I know my number isn’t working, but my social media accounts are still active.
I feel a pang of pain in my heart and tears simmer in my eyes again.
I take a swig of vodka from the bottle on the dressing table to suppress my anger and
take out my phone.
I will fu8ng delete my social media accounts too. I am da8n tired of waiting to hear from Dad and Caleb. Maybe I knew they wouldn’t even try to find me. That’s why I threw my
sim in the first place.
There was nothing in that city for me. Not even a loving family. I was just doing my duties, hoping to get love and affection from everyone. I will be a new person In New York city. I will work for myself and will earn a name.
And I certainly will not be a polite one anymore.
I scoff at the idea. Because right now, I am getting ready to attend a st8id wedding.
Why do you ask? Because I am8d da8m*n polite.
“Aghhh!” I groan in frustration.
Considering how my own engagement has broken, and my wedding has been canceled
I should try to keep my d6n distance from these st*6 events.
But here I am getting ready for one. I take another gulp of vodka from bottle are ill
it hack on the dressing table
hotel in Las Vegas. I needed a break. I had been
and it was an excellent decision.
Until…
Until I befriended a nice but persistent girl. It’s her g *od6n wedding tonight, and she needed a witness. All she had to do was look at me with beautiful doe-like eyes and say Please… and I melted.
I sigh.
I am not sure if I am ready to attend a wedding so soon. I am still raw from my heartbreak. I am still crying myself to sleep. I hope I don’t start crying in the chapel with a broken heart, remembering Caleb.
That would be embarrassing.
Once I am ready, I get up from the dressing chair and I feel my head spinning.
Fu6.
I sit back in the chair and groan in frustration.
Damn… Evening hasn’t even started and I am drunk already.
She will kill me if i don’t attend the wedding tonight.
As I am sitting still in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection, I hear a knock at the
door.
I look at the wall clock. I am unable to read the d6n time.
I blink and blink, trying to make out the needles of the clock.
It looks like I have been sitting in this spot for half an hour.
I giggle.
“It’s open!” I yell towards the door.
I think it’s open. I am not sure anymore.
A girl walks inside… with a boy… No… He is a man.
D6n… He is the Man.
I want to get up and walk towards him. But I am not a fool.
Who would want a fat ugly chick?
“Thank g6d you are ready! We were waiting for you in lobby.”
I giggle.
“I know you… You are the bride’s friend.”
She frowns at me.
“Are you drunk?”
I giggle again. “Maybe…”
“F*ck!” she says to the Man in frustration. “She will kill me. Even if it’s not my fault.”
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“How many did you have?” The guy asks, picking the bottle from the table.
“Only one!” I tell him with wide eyes. He is so da*mn beautiful I want to stare at him.
Like forever….
He raises his eyebrow at me. “You mean one bottle.”
“Nooo” I scowl.
Then I think. “Ohh… Yea… Maybe…”
He shakes his head at me and grabs my arm and pulls me up.
“Let’s see if you can stand up alright…”
I get up.
“Good!” he approves. “Let’s see if you can walk now..”
He slips his arm around my waist to keep me steady. I take a few steps with him and
ask, “What is your name?”
“Miles,” He says.
“Ohhh… I can walk one hundred Miles for you!”
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<< Miles >>
Jesus!
This girl smells good. The cutest face ever. Plum lips. Generous overall package. It’s
odd that I am checking her out. I haven’t been with many chubby girls. Suddenly I want to
widen my experience exploring her.
I shake my head.
What the fu7k is wrong with me?
We are standing in a chapel, and she is apparently intoxicated. I shouldn’t think with my d7ck, at least right now.
Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus!
Forgive me for having unholy thoughts…
I hold her by the waist as she is obviously unable to keep her balance and keeps
swaying. My date isn’t thrilled about having my hands wrapped around some other she fears the Bride-zilla.
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Sophia, the girl by my arm, lets out a nasty burp, then giggles with a palm on her
mouth.
“I never did that before.”
“Oh Yea!” I ask her, amused.
“You better not puke Sophia.” My date tells her.
Sophia whispers to me, “She knows my name Miles… I don’t know hers.. What is her
name?”
I whisper back to her, “I don’t know either!”
One more giggle.
I don’t think she introduced herself. If she did, I must be lost thinking about….
Sigh…
I don’t even want to think about work again. I ruined my whole day.
“Be quiet!” My date hushes us when it’s time for the bride to enter the chapel.
Someone nicely arranged everything. The church has a nice ambience. White and pink flowers are beautifully arranged all over the room. It doesn’t look like some shabby place to get a quickie marriage. This business seems d a m n serious about the service they are
providing.
But it lacks the one thing that makes any wedding special.
Family.
and friends.
Or should I call them extended witnesses?
This is exactly how my wedding should be if I want to get that money.
Suddenly, the idea thrills me.
But the thrill dies soon enough, when I remember I need a girl to marry.
Soon the Bride enters, and a beautiful song welcomes her. She looks beautiful.
I feel my heartbeat quicken as I hear Schubert by Ave Maria playing. I am not a
dedicated christian like my mother, but every time I hear this song, I get chills. I close my
eyes to feel the melody and soak in the beautiful voice all over my body.
Maybe getting married is not a bad idea after all.
This is how hypnotic this song is. Putting s7id ideas in my head.
“Have you seen ‘The Batman’?” Sophie whispers to me.
“Which one?”
“The recent one!” She hisses at me.
“Oh… No..” I was too busy. I guess Liam had asked me.
“You have to watch this…” she cries and my eyes widen.
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lille evily has in me upenny scene on the vente… i was inciany loeng up in even 10 minutes into the movie.”
And then she starts sobbing…
What the Fu6k!
I glance at the Bride and the Groom. They are looking at each other with puppy eyes. The Bridezilla glares at us, seemingly annoyed at Sophia.
I give them an apologetic smile and drag Sophia with me out of the church.
“We can cry our hearts out outside!” I tell her.
She sobs harder. “I told Caleb I wanted to see that movie with him. That 7le! I am sure he was fu7g Nikkie that night instead of watching tha7n movie with me.”
uhmm Ok…
A heartbroken girl….
I offer her a tissue and rub her back.
This wasn’t how my evening was supposed to go.
“I was supposed to get married. But no one would even marry me.” She cries.
I roll my eyes and pull her in for a side hug.
“Plenty of people would love to marry you.” I reassure her while steering her towards
my car.
“That asshole cheated on me and I left home a week ago… And my own G7d-Damn
father! He didn’t even call me. I guess he doesn’t want to lose his nice partnership with
Caleb.”
That sounds terrible!
“So you ran away because you thought your father would choose him?” Statement
slips out of my mouth. Because I never thought a father could choose someone else over
his own blood.
That was a wrong thing to say.
Because she so7s harder.
Jesus….
I scratch my h e a d in exasperation.
A damsel in distress.
All she needs is a nobleman to save her.
and I am far from that!
I don’t know how to handle this. I have made girls cry. I don’t remember being on the
opposite side.
Her sobs falter after a few minutes, and she falls asleep in the passenger seat. Look at her face. Little mouth open while she softly snores. I grab her purse, and I take driving license out.
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Last Name: Brown
First Name: Sophia
Sophia Brown…
Something sounds familiar but I cannot pinpoint it…
“Did you open my purse?” She asks.
I raise my brow at her. That was a super quick nap!
“Yup!” I tell her.
I take a pic of her license and she gasps.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t answer and hand back her purse and driving license.
“It’s not nice to snoop into a lady’s purse.”
“I am not a nice person.”
I text the image to Liam.
Me: ‘Figure out if she is a nice candidate to get married tonight. You have 15 minutes.’ Liam: ‘Jesus, I am fu7ing a girl right now!’
I snort.
Me: ‘Better hur ry up.’
As I wait, I take Sophia out for a stroll through the busy streets, gleaming with colorful
casino lights.
Her face looked green and I didn’t want her to puke in my car.
She is vulnerable tonight. Maybe she will agree to do this. What’s the harm in using her if I pay her well?
I am sure she hasn’t ever seen that kind of money… The kind I can pay her with…
After a sharp fifteen minutes, Liam calls me back.
Did I tell you guys he is the best assistant ever?
Keeping my priorities above his own dick and pleasure.
I am not mean to him all the time. But it’s a matter of Three Billion!
Time demands it.
“She is engaged!” Liam exclaims. I walk away from her to talk to him.
“To Caleb?” I make a guess.
“Yeah.. Caleb Johnson…”
“Doesn’t matter. They broke up.
“Ohhh.. Then she is perfect!”
Liam gives me a nice, brief summary. So it turns out, I do know her. Not in person, but
Liam gives me a nice, brief summary. So it turns out, I do know her. Not in person, but on paper. We have worked together a few times. I have exchanged emails with her many times. Maybe even have talked to her over the phone. She is related to Thomas Brown
Constructions.
She is nice to work with.
Reliable.
Best part: Not greedy.
I can easily use her, and she will probably think a million times before taking advantage
of me.
Using people is not her thing.
That’s what Liam said. I trust his judgment.
“So, Are you… Gonna get married?”
“It depends… First, I need to see if she says yes.”
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