Armed With Love (Mister Right 1)

By Anna Joung

Jann
I'm watching the staff members do their tasks and walk around the garden in an orderly fashion, and I am so conflicted by it. 
All of them were acting like a small squad in the Army, and the reason for that is standing in the middle of it. 
On the one hand, I hate him for taking over my team, but on the other hand, I couldn't stop the magnetic and emotional pull I was getting from this man and his set-in-stone ways. 
We've butted heads often but some moments made me want to jump his bones. 
I can't let him have so much of an effect on me. Just because I was the last one amongst my friends who wasn't married doesn't mean I was desperate for a man.
But I have to admit…he was beginning to feel different from just any man.
 

Dwayne
In almost 10 years of my service in the military, I have never had a woman look me straight in the eyes with such intensity before. 
She was a tiny, curvy thing and I could probably carry her over one arm without any effort, and yet she has me pinned in my tracks with a mere gaze.
She always seemed to find a reason to get annoyed with me, but even though I don't go out of my way to frustrate her, I'm enjoying every bit of attention she's giving me. 
Oh, my life is about to get really interesting, that's for sure…and it was all because of her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anna Joung
• Release date: Mar 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393311157

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Chapter 1

Jann

There’s a thing about weddings. When you are days away from the affair, you’ll get this feeling of dread, and you really don’t think you want to go there. But when you’re finally there and watching the couple share their first kiss as husband and wife, you can’t help but smile and wonder why you didn’t want to go in the first place.

...and then everybody else that was invited makes you remember why.

I liked to call weddings sometimes as happy funerals. Your relatives and other people you’ve met in x number of years—and that you were also surprised your family still kept in touch with—were all invited, friends and ex-friends too, and they know all about your family history and how you grew up, and the awkward questions always have to come from one of them.

Why aren’t you married yet?, When are you going to settle down?, Have you tried Tinder?. Any questions where my love life or lack thereof is brought up, it’s been brought up to me.

And if that hadn’t been awkward enough, my ex-boyfriend was also invited party. He brought along his pregnant wife—who was also the girl he cheated on you with, is sitting on the secluded table by the corner next to the elderly people and they were clearly uncomfortable. My friend, Kennedy, may have been forthcoming with her fiancé to invite all of his buddies (including said ex-boyfriend), but she was nothing if not vindictive to place them in the most uncomfortable table around.

Bless her bitchy heart, though, I think her show of loyalty was sort of backfiring on me. I couldn’t help my eyes from straying to where they were and how my ex looked at her and her pregnant belly so tenderly...the way he never looked at me.

I felt a nudge on my back that was strong enough to force me to plant both of my hands on the table to regain my balance. I sent Melody a mock glare as she emerged from behind me, sticking her tongue out playfully as she dragged an amused Carrie behind her. Kennedy came from the other side and the three of them sat down on my table, Kennedy eyeing the empty, dirty plates around me in distaste.

Why are you all alone in this table? she asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I shrugged and pointed my thumb back to the dance floor in response and she scoffed at me, shaking her head. Oh, come on, J. Are you seriously going to continue being a wallflower even at my wedding?

It’s not my fault no one’s asked me to dance, I said, masking the slight hurt and rejection I felt with another nonchalant shrug. Carrie’s eyes narrowed at me. She was always that friend who can see through me.

There’s such a thing as ‘Lady’s Choice’, you know, Carrie pointed out, and Melody crinkled her nose slightly.

Well, you know Jann. She’s never really been bold enough to do things like asking a guy out first, she reasoned,