Wicked Wedding- Part One

By Brooke Page

As if being dumped on my wedding day wasn't bad enough, my self-absorbed parents refused to cancel the reception, and demand I still attend with a smile on my face. Now I'm not only mortified from Malcolm's cold feet, I'm stuck in front of my peers, putting on a smile as if I'm as strong as my parents desire for me to be.
Little did I know, the bartender my parents hired would be a steamy blast from the past, and Malcolm's most despised college acquaintance.
Pouring drinks never looked so sexy on Josh Titlist, especially when having a quick fling with him could help cure the sting of being ditched.
That is if the chemistry we shared in the past won't create another explosion...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brooke Page
• Release date: Jan 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370199839

Brooke Page

Indie New Adult Romance AuthorMother of two, wonder wife, after school art/pottery instructor, self proclaimed runner, and Indie Romance Novel junkie!

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Part One

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Copyright Brooke Page 2017

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WARNING

The following story contains mature themes and sexual situations.

It is intended for adult readers.

For Beth.

You deserve a happily ever after.

And a wedding reception with an amazing groom.

Love you!

Part One

I don’t think I’m ready.

That’s what Malcolm said when he pulled me from the bridal suite five hours before we were scheduled to say I do in front of seven-hundred people.

I thought he was kidding. Really, I hugged him and laughed, but he was as stiff as a board, not returning any warmth. He just stood there, straight faced in his designer jeans and overly priced sweater.

With tears welling in my eyes, he turned and left me in the chapel.

I stood there dumbfounded, basked in the sun through the stained glass, my hair curled perfectly, and my heart shattered.

What did my mother and father do? You’d think they would have consoled me, told me Malcolm was a prick from the beginning and that by him leaving it would save me from years of misery. You’d think they wouldn’t care if they lost their money on the venue because the new owner wouldn’t offer a refund.

No, instead, my mother wiped my tears, told me shit happens, and that I had to put on a smile for my father’s clients and business associates. Everyone would be informed when they’d show up for the wedding ceremony that my supposed prince charming got cold feet and the party would still be on. And yes, their strong, independent daughter they’d groomed for success would be present and accounted for.

They might have a different opinion if Malcolm’s father weren’t my father’s biggest client at his law firm.

This is bullshit. Let’s just leave, Stacey, my maid of honor, huffed while throwing makeup into her bag. He can’t humiliate you and get away with it.

I sighed, dabbing the mascara that had bled underneath my eyes. I can’t leave. If I left, my job at my father’s firm would be gone, my school debt wouldn’t be paid, my trust fund would be compromised, and I’d be fucked. My parents had too much leverage. Just make sure I always have a drink in my hand.

Stacey frowned. I always thought Malcolm was an asshole. He just nailed his own coffin with this one.

I shrugged my shoulders as if I wasn’t a wreck on the inside, tossing back a hit from the bottle of Cristal that was intended for the limo ride to the reception. Well, if they didn’t think he was an asshole before, they’ll know it now. Sometimes he was moody with me, but for the most part, he had me fooled to believe he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

Setting the bottle next to the sign on the end table that held a photo with a bible verse, I rummaged through my luggage bag that was