this all works out.
My stomach revolts, and I barely make it to the toilet before spilling the minimal food I managed to choke down at breakfast. “Fuck!”
I sit on the cool tile of the floor and lean back against the wall, waiting for another round when Blair walks in, looking so very fucking Blair. She’s wearing a flesh colored minidress, if it can be called that, that clings to every single curve she has. And she’ll be lucky if she doesn’t break her neck walking up the stairs of the courthouse in those beige high heels. Her full tits are on full display, her hair is down with soft blond waves, and she looks fucking phenomenal. But I feel like shit as I look up at her.
“Jesus Blair, I think I can see your clit from here.”
She rolls her eyes and tugs subconsciously on the skirt that’s not really that short. I’m just being a dick. “Please don’t make me kick you in the balls when you’re already down.”
I flush the toilet and climb up from the floor, pushing past her. “Is that your version of white?” I grab my toothbrush and paste.
She looks down at the dress and shrugs. “It’s nude. More fitting for me, I think. And don’t pretend you don’t think I look hot as fuck.” She does. She always does. Her head nods at my bare chest as I brush my teeth. “You going for the naked look too?”
I shrug my shoulders and spit the toothpaste into the sink. “Maybe.”
“Rhys, just talk to me. I’m about to be your wife.”
I splash cold water on my face, dry it with a towel and then turn around to face her as I lean back against the counter. “You can still get out of it.”
“No fucking way.” She folds her arms over her ample chest. I already knew that was coming. “I never thought I’d get married.”
“Yeah, me fucking either.” She stands inches in front of me, standing tall and confident, dressed up and ready. “But we’re doing this for Bree.”
I nod my head as she goes to the door handle, where the navy button-down shirt she bought for today is hanging. She takes it off the hanger and hands it to me.
“As much as I hate to see you cover up . . .” I take it and shake my head at her as I slide into the sleeves and button the shirt.
“Always so fucking horny.”
She laughs. “Well, I have a fiancé who won’t fuck me.”
She’s joking, but it sends a jolt through me. She’s about to marry a guy who can barely stand to touch her long enough to come during sex. How long can she be happy with that? Who the fuck could be satisfied with a life like that?
“Blair.” Her eyes snap to mine as I finish dressing. “You don’t have to do this. We can find another way.”
“Stop trying to talk me out of this. I want this.”
I swallow, trying to keep it together. “I’m fucked-up. I’ll never be able to give you what you need.”
We can say this is only “on paper” all we want, but I know there are some real feelings there. I know she cares about me, and I fucking hate it. I wish I could make them disappear for her sake. “You’re giving me Bree.”
“But we both know that won’t be enough.”
Her hand ghosts over my face without making any actual contact, and with watery eyes, she lets air escape her lungs softly. “We can do this. And we’ll figure it out. All of it. Right now, we just have to do what we can to get her safe.”
“You’re already a good mom.”
She smiles as she drops her hand to her side, but she looks nervous as she meets my eyes again. “Rhys . . . before we get married, I need to know.”
I nearly gulp and my legs threaten to give out. “I’m not doing this today.”
She looks honest-to-God nervous, but also determined, and that shit is scary. “Tell me what happened to you. I can guess, but I need to hear it.”
No. No. No. Not happening.
I can’t do this. I feel like the walls of the bathroom are about to swallow me whole. “No.”
She drops her shoulders, looking down at the floor. But Blair doesn’t stay defeated for long. Her chin lifts, and she looks at me with so much empathy I want to vomit again. She shouldn’t feel for me. “Do you talk about it in