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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 1
The moment I woke up after my best friend’s raucous bachelorette party in Las Vegas, I realized two things in quick succession:To my horror, the man had his arm slung across me, and it weighed at least a thousand pounds, I was sure. My bladder yelled profanities at me as I pushed at the ridiculously heavy arm trapping me against the bed.Finally, he turned over, taking his arm with him. I shuffled to the bathroom and didn’t feel the panic hit me until after I’d peed and saw the ring on my left hand.Ring. Left hand. I didn’t wear a ring there anymore since I’d caught my ex-fiancé cheating on me. I’d thrown the ring David had bought me in his face.This ring wasn’t that diamond David had gotten me. I peered more closely at it. It was—plastic? Was it from a ring pop?Did I call the police? No, that was stupid. 911, I got married last night to a stranger. Yeah, that’d go over well. I was sure the Vegas police would just laugh and tell us to get a lawyer.I heard movement in the roo
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 2
Two days earlier…I cocked my head, squinting at the ice sculpture that sat in the middle of the expansive table.“Is that an ice penis?” I said.Laura, one of Jenna’s bridesmaids, moved more closely to the statue. It was so dim in the private room at the restaurant that neither of us could tell if the statue was actually endowed or not.“I think so, but it’s pretty small. It could also just be its balls,” said Laura.“Why would they sculpt a pair of balls but no penis?”Laura shrugged. “It’s Vegas. Don’t ask questions.” She flashed a smile. “If it has a dick, it’s currently melting off.”“Too bad that can’t happen to men in real life,” I muttered.Laura shot me a look, but soon we were overtaken by the rest of the wedding party. Jenna and Sam hadn’t skimped one bit on this wedding: each had ten attendants, and apparently there were close to three hundred guests.Sam’s family came from money—something to do with creating the first mechanical litter box—and this was the most ex
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 3
I hadn’t planned to sleep with any women at Sam’s wedding. Bridesmaids weren’t my kink. They usually had their minds on marriage and had a bit of a chip on their shoulder because of the whole always a bridesmaid, never a bride bullshite.The last time I’d fucked a bridesmaid she’d got drunk afterward and had cried over how her eight-year relationship with her boyfriend had ended and she’d die an old maid.Nah, that wasn’t my speed. Besides, it was the twenty-first century. Who gave a shite if they were married or not? You didn’t need to put a ring on someone’s finger to get awesome, sweaty sex with a willing partner.I hadn’t had awesome, sweaty sex in… I winced inwardly as I began to swim the next lap in the hotel pool. Way too fucking long. Three months, if I were being honest. My photography business had blown up. Which was great for my bank account, but not great for picking up chicks.Right now I lived in Seattle, but I was dying to get the hell out of Dodge. I’d lived in so m
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 4
When the exotic dancer Laura had hired began to give me a lap dance, I almost fell backward out of my seat. My fellow bridesmaids hooted and hollered like a bunch of men at a cheap strip joint. I’d neglected to bring any dollar bills, but Jenna had handed me a stack with a wide grin before the party had started.“Yeah, get up on her!” yelled Reagan. She was the youngest of the bridesmaids, and she always seemed to have a flask of booze on hand at every occasion. Breakfast: vodka in her coffee; lunch, gin in her Coke; dinner, straight rum. Yet she always seemed perfectly sober. I didn’t know whether to be concerned or impressed.“Shake it!” Jenna screamed as the exotic dancer shimmied and turned to give me a view of his bare ass covered only by a gold G-string. It was so perfectly smooth I was tempted to ask him how he’d done it. Wax? Sugaring? Laser? It was like he’d never had a single hair on his butt ever.The dancer turned around, smiling widely, his crotch dangerously close to m
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 5
Present dayOn the list of things I thought I’d never do, walking down the aisle arm-in-arm with my secret husband at my best friend’s wedding was not one of them.“You’re walking too fast,” I hissed at Liam.“Why are you going so slowly?” he snapped back.I wanted to lob him over the head with my bouquet, but I couldn’t imagine Jenna and Sam would appreciate a brawl in the middle of their ceremony. I put on a tight smile as Liam and I approached the front of the chapel.Jenna and Sam had chosen one of those chapels that looks like it was built in the Middle Ages, with vaulted ceilings, stained glass windows, and an actual altar at the front. Since this was Las Vegas, it was actually built only twenty years ago. Behind the chapel was a reception room that boasted everything from a huge parquet dance floor to a stripper pole in the corner, along with plenty of dark corners to drunkenly make out with however many wedding guests you wanted.After I’d rushed out of my hotel room this
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 6
My new wife was avoiding me.I watched her dance during the reception, her green dress tight against her curves. One of the groomsmen—Kevin? Keith?—had his hands dangerously close to her arse. One more inch and he’d have a nice handful.Mari, to her credit, somehow managed to wiggle out of his grip to move his hands to a more appropriate place on her back without missing a beat. It was only her smile faltering that showed she was annoyed.I’d got good at reading my wife in the last two days.My wife. My bloody fucking wife.Me, the guy who hated the idea of marriage. I was a bitter old man in a young man’s body when it came to shite like this. Yet I’d skipped to the altar like a starry-eyed girl the second I got rat-arsed and horny for a gorgeous redhead.It’ll make me feel better, she’d said, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy. It’ll make David so mad. And it’d be fun. Don’t you like to have fun?I liked to have fun. Fun that didn’t involve signing my life away to a woman in o
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 7
My eyes glazed over when I ended up reading the same line in this wastewater management manual for the third time. Rubbing my temples, I glanced at the clock on the wall across from my desk.11:45. I still had five more hours of work. A workday had never moved so glacially as today.I didn’t hate my job. As a technical writer at a large engineering firm, I received a good salary and benefits. I had regular hours. I could take vacations; I had sick leave. We could even invest in the company’s stock options, if we felt so inclined.I’d been fortunate enough to get this job right out of college. I’d been told how lucky I was, given the economy and that I had little work experience. Be grateful you found full-time work right away.I’d seen my friends and peers struggle to find jobs while I started making a cool fifty thousand a year. Not a fortune, but enough to support myself.“Mari, have you finished editing that manual?” said my boss, Leslie, as she stopped by my cubicle.“Not yet
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 8
A week after I’d got back to Seattle, I had dinner with Niamh at our favorite sushi place in Capitol Hill. Niamh had just bought herself a car after working all summer at our uncle Henry’s auto shop, and she showed the car to me like it was her new kid.“Isn’t she a beauty?” Niamh brushed a hand down the side of her Volkswagen that had to be three times older than she was. “The second I saw her, I knew she’d be mine.”“Did you help fix her up?”“Duh. Put in a new transmission, brakes, everything. I wouldn’t let anyone touch her, except for when Uncle Henry got mad at me for messing with the engine. He said I didn’t know what I was doing and could’ve gotten hurt.”I wished Niamh were less like me, but Christ Almighty she was just as stubborn and impulsive. As a toddler, I had to buy a leash to keep her from running into traffic. I’d got a reputation in town for being the teenager who took his sister out for walks like a dog.As the years passed, Niamh hadn’t lost that willfulness.
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When I exited the clinic three days later, I glared up at the sun. Why was it so happy and shiny? It should be raining because this damn city should always reflect my mood. It should be cold, rainy, gray, and sad.Okay, maybe not sad—just scared. When the nurse practitioner had told me in her cheery voice that I was pregnant and that they could do an ultrasound right then to check on the fetus, I’d wanted to scream and cry.Oh, and in case you were wondering, when the parasite is this small, you don’t get to have one of those “squirt goo on your belly” ultrasounds. You get the “giant wand shoved up your vagina” type of ultrasound.So after basically losing my virginity a second time to an ultrasound wand, I crossed the street to sit on a bench in a tiny park about a mile from campus. A few moms with their kids played on the playground; one toddler tried to climb onto a swing and subsequently face-planted into the ground. I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing.It was
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Epilogue
I married my wife a year and a half after I married her the first time.I’d wanted to do it much sooner, until I’d realized that Mari had planned to use the wedding things she’d bought for her wedding with David for our wedding.“I already have almost everything we need,” she’d said, rather too calmly for my liking. “I’d rather use all of it if I could.”To that, I’d countered that there was no way in hell that I was allowing anything that had to do with her weasel of an ex at our wedding. Mari had thought I was being ridiculous, so I’d seduced her until she’d finally agreed with me.So, the idea for a summer wedding that first year went out the window. A year would put us in the wintertime, which Mari refused to plan a wedding for.So, it had taken eighteen bloody months to plan, primarily because Mari had got the idea to have the wedding in Ireland. Which sounded great, until you considered how much of a pain it was to work with wedding people on the other side of the world. Mar
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 23
The following Monday, I went into work, entered Leslie’s office after a single knock, and handed her my letter of resignation.Too bad she didn’t even look up when I entered. She was just typing away on her computer. She waved a hand at me.“Sit down. I’ll be with you in a second.”I sat down. Five minutes passed in silence, Leslie ignoring me entirely. Two more minutes passed.Finally, I stood up and set the letter on her keyboard, forcing her to recognize my existence.“What is this?”“I’m quitting,” I said.Leslie picked up the letter, dangling it from her fingers like I’d handed her a dead bird.“Excuse me?”“I’m quitting.”Sighing, Leslie set the letter down, not even bothering to open it. She steepled her fingers and gestured for me to sit down.I didn’t sit again.After the conversations with my sisters and my mom, I’d realized that Liam had been right: I’d been playing it safe my entire life. I’d thought I could avoid a broken heart that way. I thought if I just did
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 22
When the prints of the photos I’d taken of Mari arrived, I didn’t look at them for days.I’d ordered them before that fight in the park. After our disagreement that night, though, I shouldn’t have tweaked fate’s nose. But I’d been hopeful. And fucking stupid.I grabbed a glass of whiskey and, sitting on the couch that somehow still smelled like my wife, I opened the package.I thumbed through the photos: one of Mari smiling, looking away from me. One of Mari with her eyes closed, a pink nipple just peeking out from below the bedsheet. Mari smiling at me, every emotion under the sun shining from her face.But I’d told her that I loved her and she hadn’t told me the same. And then I’d said those words I wished I could take back. And now our marriage was over, and all that work I’d put in to keep Niamh’s inheritance intact? Down the drain, as soon as old man Gallagher caught wind of things.Lucky for me, though, that Mari had yet to file for divorce. I didn’t know what she was waitin
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 21
You’d think by now I’d know what to do after a breakup. Buy some Ben and Jerry’s, watch sad movies, cry a while. Feel sorry for myself, definitely. I’d done all of that after I’d found out David was cheating on me.But this? This was a million times worse. This felt like my entire heart had been ripped out, stomped on, and thrown to the crows to eat.Worst of all, the world kept turning. I still had to go to work. I still had to act like I wasn’t completely dead inside, because then I’d have to admit to everyone how much I still loved my husband. Yet I was so angry with him that I wasn’t sure if I’d slap him or hug him if I saw him again.At the moment, I was staying with Dani and Jacob. When I’d shown up at their door that afternoon after my epic fight with Liam, bags in hand and sobbing, Dani hadn’t asked any questions. She’d bustled me inside, made me a cup of tea with a large shot of either brandy or whiskey, and had let me tell my story when I’d been ready.“Have you heard any
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 20
There are many things in my life that I never expected to happen. Including my almost-husband and my current husband battling it out in the middle of a park like two of the biggest idiots in existence.My morning had started peaceful enough. I’d bought coffee and sat down to wait for David to show up. I’d considered bailing at least five times, though, but the lure of getting my favorite eyeshadow palette back was too much to give up.Besides, if David wanted to grovel and apologize some more, who was I to stop him? It wasn’t like he’d convince me to get back together with him.David showed up ten minutes late. “Were you waiting long?” he said.I sipped my coffee. “Long enough.”He grimaced. “Sorry. Got up late. I’m glad you agreed to meet me, though.” He took in my appearance—old jeans, no makeup, my hair in a messy bun—and said, “You look beautiful.”I glared at him. “I’m not here for compliments.”“I know. But I’m here to give them to you. Or at least tell you why I fucked up
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not: The Flower Shop Sisters Chapter 19
“You look beautiful,” I said. I came to stand behind her, both of us gazing at her reflection in the mirror.She did look beautiful, more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined. When I stroked a finger down her spine, she shivered. I kissed the side of her neck.“I can just see you, a trembling, virgin bride on her wedding night,” I whispered in her ear. “I start unbuttoning your dress, one by one, revealing your body to me inch by inch.”“Liam—”“You’d be shivering, blushing, afraid but also curious. Aroused.” I bit a cord in her neck, which made her moan. “You’d be wet for me by the time I’d stripped you naked.”Seeing Mari in this wedding dress made me half mad with wanting her. After last night, I’d told myself I should let her go. I’d only break her heart. I didn’t need some bloody card reading to remind me of that. Even if a hundred psychics came to tell me that one thing, I wouldn’t need to hear it because I already knew it was the truth.But Jesus Christ, I wanted to pro
