“What the f**k was that?” Joey whispers as he sits down next to me, blocking my view entirely of the hottest guy I have ever seen in person.

“I don’t know. I fell.”

“You are such a whore you did that on purpose. Christ on a cracker he’s hot.” Joey leans back a bit and I meet the man’s eyes briefly before I drop my head, my cheeks instantly flushing. “Did he get hard? Is he huge? He looks huge.”

I cover my mouth after a loud gasp escapes. “Jesus, you have zero filter. Thank God we aren’t in a church. He does look huge though right?” We giggle and make crude gestures at each other as the wedding party music begins to play.

“I bet he’s bigger than Justin,” he teases and my eyes widen.

“Are you serious? The ring bearer is probably bigger than Justin.”

His mouth falls open. “I f**king knew he had a little dick. You never admitted it.”

“Yup.” I wiggle my pinky finger at him and he cracks. “We should have gotten Sara a dildo as her wedding gift. She’s gonna need it.”

Oh My God. Joey mouths as I glance up to the front of the room. My eyes instantly fall on Justin who is now standing next to his groomsmen. Fucking hell he looks good. I was hoping he got fat.

“You okay?” Joey whispers and I nod, slowly turning in my seat so that I can see the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. They are all wearing peach-colored dresses that sweep along the floor with each step they take. I smile at the flower girl as she sprinkles petals along the path and settles up front with the rest of the party. The room is beautiful, everything in white and coral. Tall crystal cylinders line each row of chairs and small lit votive candles float in the water they held. Calla lilies are spread throughout the room in vases, on tables, and each bridesmaid clutches one. With the change of the music, the guests all rise to their feet and turn their heads towards the back of the room. My eyes meet Juls’ immediately as she stands by the door.

“You okay?” she mouths.

“Whatever,” I reply. She steps up and opens the double doors, allowing Sara to walk through with her father.

I spend the rest of the ceremony staring down into my lap at my fingers. They are freshly painted a deep plum color and I smile at the sight of frosting that is smudged on my left ring finger knuckle. Popping it into my mouth and sucking, I moan softly at the sweet taste of sugar as Joey weeps like a baby next to me. To my surprise, I’m not emotional at all. Weddings usually turned me into a blubbering idiot but today, at this particular wedding, I’m emotionless. I guess a part of me should feel a bit sad. Not because my ex-boyfriend is getting married to someone other than myself, but because I wasted two years of my life on a relationship that almost broke me. And seeing him again is a reminder of all that time wasted. An annoying reminder. Why the hell did I even stay with him for that long? It definitely wasn’t because of the sex. Sex with Justin was bland and boring. He never once brought me to orgasm. Not once. I would have to finish myself off after he rolled out of bed and stalked into the bathroom. Of course, I always let him believe that he got me off. I had to give the guy something. Raising my head, I glare at his profile. You’re welcome, dick.

“And now it is with honor that I present to you for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Banks. You may now kiss the bride.” Everyone stands up and cheers and of course, I follow suit. It would be rude not to and I’m not bitter so whatever, I cheer. Justin and Sara share a lingering kiss and earn a few whistles from the audience. I feel Joey’s hand squeeze mine and I glance up into his big blue eyes.

“I cannot wait to go drink my weight in booze,” I whisper to him.

He bends and presses his lips to my ear. “And I can’t wait to get my hands down the pants of this playa next to me. Maybe play a little just the tip.”

“Jesus. You would.” Everyone is watching the bride and groom walk down the aisle but I’m lost in silly conversation with one of my closest friends. I’m giggling so hard that tears are starting to fill my eyes. And these will be the only tears shed from me today.

“Come on Dylan, you know you want to slip off into a dark corner with your mystery man whose lap you accidently fell into. Maybe do a little something else in that lap of his.”

I raise my eyebrow and lean back, seeing piercing green eyes flick to mine instantly. A small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. Sweet mother, he is gorgeous. I quickly lean forward and try to play it off but fail miserably as my wicked grin smears across my face. “Hell yes I do. I f**king love weddings.”

Two

The guests file out of The Great Hall and up the grand staircase to the second level. Once Joey and I reach the top, we stand there a moment to take in our surroundings. The entire second floor is the reception hall and ridiculously decked out in coral and calla lilies.

“Holy hell. Are those ice sculptures?”

My eyes follow Joey’s gesture towards the right side of the room. “Isn’t that a bit over the top? Ooohhh there’s the cake.”

“Told you I delivered it. I feel you doubt my capabilities as your trusted assistant.”

I nudge his shoulder as we walk to the place card table. “And I feel you really love Sam and are just afraid to admit it.”

Tilting his head back, he laughs loudly. “How bad ass would it be if we started doing our deliveries out of a Lamborghini.”

“Bad ass and extremely impractical. Maybe when we make our first million we’ll splurge on a luxury delivery vehicle.” I grab our place card. “Come on, we’re table twelve.”