 by T.L. Smith.jpg)
Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Then moments later, he told her I was with him. When in reality, I had snuck into the wedding.
As soon as I went to leave, knowing full well I should be far away from him, he gripped my arm and whispered in a low, intimidating voice, “Do you sneak into weddings often?” which had me stuck to the spot.
It took only a few moments for me to realize this man was dangerous. And the only logical thing I could do was to kick him where it hurt.
Little did I know that man was a hunter.
And it took him only a few days to find me…
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One
Kyson
You are invited to the wedding of Lilly and Dale.
We ask that you dress in all white.
Please RSVP before the date noted below.
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Swiftly, I crumple the card in my hand as I sit in my car, glaring at the venue where my ex is about to marry another man. I never thought it would bother me. I’ve been busy and being busy keeps my mind occupied. But right now I have the inclination to walk in and shoot up the place.
So why the fuck am I still sitting here?
Dress in white, it says.
Hmm, sure.
My head has been all types of fucked-up lately. And I can’t seem to calm down. Gripping my leg hard to get it to stop it from bouncing, I look up. There are a few people I recognize, mostly members of her family. I’m not entirely sure why I decided to come, maybe to convince myself I don’t need this; who would want this life she’s chosen when they could have one like mine.
Somehow the lie doesn’t sit right in my head.
My eyes scan the area outside; the wedding party’s cars decorated with white bows, the moss-covered building, also flush with floral arrangements, and guests filtering in, all dressed in white. An odd choice in my opinion, but what do I know?
And who am I to judge, especially with what I do for a living. I tend to stick to black attire.
We didn’t end on bad terms, Lilly and I, but nevertheless, we did end.
And that part was all me—absolutely no denying that fact.
Stepping out of the car, the man who has been patiently waiting so he can valet my car smiles as I hand him the keys.
Zuko, my older brother, told me not to attend.
I didn’t tell Kenzo, my twin, as I didn’t want to listen to the unrelenting backlash.
So here I stand, watching as guests file inside the venue. I stay until the last one is seen, and then I stand there a little longer than necessary.
The ceremony is about to begin, and I’m a little late.
Grinding my jaw, I turn back and think, fuck it, I’m out, but my car is gone, and I’m left standing there staring at the doors as the air conditioning from inside hits my back when the doors shut behind me. I haven’t managed to make it all the way in, the doors just there waiting for me to go in, the white carpet under my black boots is nice, and I bet by the end of it, it will not be as white as it is now. Flowers are everywhere; red, white, and more white. Grinding my jaw, I stand there unsure what I should do.
Should I go in?
I shouldn’t.
It seems everyone is inside waiting for the ceremony to begin, bar one, who doesn’t look up as she approaches. She’s small, tiny even. Her dress is too big for her, and yet she doesn’t seem to care as it drags on the ground behind her. Don’t women usually lift their skirts when they walk? I watch as she pulls a small flask from between her tits, puts it to her mouth, and takes a swig.
Fuck, she has the right idea.
Now I wish I brought some hard stuff of my own.
The tiny thing stuffs the flask back between her tits just as quickly as she tore it out before she walks up the stairs and pulls open the massive door. Then she’s inside and out of my view before I can blink—without even glancing at me once. Can’t say that happens often; women like to stare as much as men do but they can be more subtle usually. Yet this one didn’t even glance in my direction. Managing to walk in after her, I pull the very same door open and let it shut behind me. I spot a few of the bride’s friends, the bridesmaids, straight away. One of them looks up, and I can’t even recall her name, but I’m sure I’ve met her once. She scrunches her nose toward me as the doors open, the bridal party getting ready to start walking in.