“Okay, now that’s just evil. Good job.” She gave me a high five.
We continued to laugh and enjoy our relaxed time together. We didn’t have a lot of it back home. One of us usually had to run off and we never
had enough time. She worked full time as a nurse, and I had Maddie and now Logan. Our lives were chaotic, but we always made time for each
other.
After an hour or so, everyone else joined us for dinner. We had a large party. My parents had flown in just a few hours ago, along with Logan’
s best friend Colin and his wife Ella who brought along their newborn son. We all ooh’ed and ahh’d over Colin’s mini-me before settling down
to eat. Maddie had spent the afternoon swimming with Leah, and when my parents arrived, she took them on a tour of the grounds, showing them
where all of her favorite spots were. She’d only been here for a few hours longer than them, but she was the expert. Naturally.
Logan sat down next to me, noticing my dress right away. His eyes widened and zeroed in on the cleavage billowing out. This was going to be
fun.
“Nana, did you know that ice cream tastes even better on an island?” Maddie said to my mother, who had just taken her seat next to my father.
Both were dressed casually and looked happy and relaxed. I was so glad to have them here.
“I didn’t know that! You’ll have to show me!”
“Logan took me right when we got off the plane and he got chocolate and I got mango. It was yummy!”
“So yummy, she got it all over her dress,” Logan exclaimed, giving her a nudge which made her giggle.
Kids can never eat ice cream without making a royal mess. It’s like they don’t understand the concept of how to lick the ice cream. Only
mash. Lick the ice cream? Okay Mommy! Five seconds later, the kid is covered in it from head to toe.
“You forgot to mention that I got chocolate, but I didn’t actually get to eat any of it,” Logan said, giving me a look.
“Your fault. You shouldn’t have ordered chocolate. You should know better by now.”
“I asked you if you wanted any and you said no!”
“Still your fault.”
I love chocolate. A lot. Bordering on slightly obsessed? Maybe. He should know not to bring any around me. I’ve been stealing chocolate and
desserts from him since our first date. Even before, actually.
All throughout dinner, I caught Logan staring at me. He was distracted and would have to be asked questions more than once before he could
answer. My teal man-killing dress was working.
Was making my fiancé miserable days before our wedding mean? Maybe. But it was fun.
Logan
That dress. That god damn dress. Where the hell did she get it? And how soon could I peel it off of her? I knew what she was doing. I knew she
was playing me…pushing all my buttons to punish me for moving out of our suite.
Men are dumb. We make stupid mistakes. A lot.
Even the smartest of us, no matter how many Ivy League degrees we may have nailed to our walls, are stupid as fuck when it comes to the
opposite sex. I realized this about half a second too late—right around the time I had my fiancée pinned against a door, ready to devour her.
Tradition? A little time apart? Fuck that. I tried to move back in immediately, but no…the damage had already been done.
Clare had already initiated my punishment before I had formed the words of my apology. And now that punishment was right up in my face—two
round perfect breasts surrounded by a teal dress that was probably illegal in some countries. She leaned forward laughing, and I got an even
better view down that valley of sin.
Dying. I was dying.
Shifting slightly, hoping to not draw attention to my now very uncomfortable position, I tried to get back into the conversation that was
taking place at the table. But all I could see was Clare; her dark red hair, creamy smooth skin, and emerald green eyes that had held me
prisoner since the moment I met her. A very willing prisoner, mind you. I had no plans of ever escaping.
She was my world. She had given me everything I’d ever wanted in life. If someone had asked the old me whether I thought one person could
bring such happiness to your life, I would have laughed in their face. I’d spent a lifetime being screwed over by those who were supposed to
love me, and finally when I found someone to love me back, I couldn’t return those feelings. I’d decided love was something that was taught,
learned from an early age and since my upbringing was less than warm and fuzzy, I’d missed out on those essential lessons needed to love
another.
Meeting Clare had taught me otherwise. Her very presence showed me that I was so much more. Love was more than just a lesson or an acquired
skill, and in a few days, she would be my wife. Mine to love and cherish forever.