Chapter 41

Lucky

If I wasn’t so steaming mad, so mad I can feel my temperature rising I’d find this hilarious. He stands beside me at the door of his black Mercedes, the driver holds the back door open. Patiently waiting for one of us to at least get in.

“Get changed.” I can hear the snarl in his voice, the way his strong jaw ticks, fascinating, it actually gets to me. It’s pretty damn sexy. I cock my head and lick my lower lip.

“No. Besides, I already told you I don’t want to go get the damn license. Why can’t we wait until we’re back in New York? I’ll not turn up on the day, then what will you do? Drag me by my hair?” I laugh softly.

He clenches his fists by his side, his electric blue eyes now looking almost murderous. I will not be one woman he can control. “Fine have it your way you fucking little brat. Go dressed like a whore, see if I care. And as for the wedding day, if I have to drag you by your glorious mane, then so be it. Now get the fuck in the car.”

Did he say glorious mane? Oh, so