Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“You’ve had enough.”
“I can drink if I want.”
“You’re not in Europe, so no, you can’t,” he fires back at her. Z is pissed. What has him all riled up? It can’t really be Cosima drinking, can it?
“Oh, because all of a sudden we are a law-abiding family?” Cosima throws her head back and laughs. It only pisses Z off more.
“You’re done for the night.” He grabs her arm.
“You’re not the boss of me!” Cosima fires back at him. My eyes bounce between the two of them. Cosima can be feisty at times, but this is different.
“You have no idea.” He tugs her along. She appears to reluctantly go with him, but when she peeks over her shoulder at me, she gives me a wicked look, letting me know she was poking at Z on purpose. At least that was entertaining. I pick up my glass and finish it off.
When I search the room again for Warren, I see he is now talking to an older lady and two girls a bit older than me.
“I’ll just sit here all alone,” I mutter to myself. Or I won’t. Who says I have to stay here? I can do things. What things? I’m not sure, but there has to be something. When I glance back across the room and Warren is still in conversation, his eyes not on me, I know this is my chance.
It’s childish, I know, but I also know he’ll be all pissy when he can’t find me. He’ll stalk me down. Why did last night piss me off, but right now it sounds rather fun?
“Whoa,” I whisper to myself when I stand. I am a tad unsteady on my feet, but I don’t have heels on. My dress hides that I’m wearing a pair of flats.
“Mrs. Marino, is there something you need?” a man dressed in an all-black suit asks.
“Me?” I point to myself.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Right.” I snap my fingers. “That is me.” The man nods. “I have gotta pee,” I lie. He’s security. I know I have seen him around here before. Was he stationed next to me? At this point I wouldn’t put it past Warren.
“You have to head to the main house for the restroom.”
“Thanks.” I stick to the outside of the tented area, trying to blend in. It’s not helpful when everyone says hi to me while I pass. I smirk when I make it out of the tent without being caught.
“Mrs. Marino. This way.” I spin around to see the same man.
“You followed me.”
“I did.”
“And you’re not going to stop, are you?”
“I have my orders.”
“If I’m ‘Mrs. Marino’”—I make air quotes with my fingers when I say my name—“then can I do some ordering around here?”
“They won’t override War’s.”
“So if I wanted to order Chinese food and he wanted to order Mexican, he always wins?” I throw my hands up in the air.
“Why would you order takeout? Marcello is one of the best chefs.”
“Touché.” He has a point. I quickly come up with a new plan as I make my way toward the main house. The man even follows me into the house, lingering outside of the bathroom. I lock the door before I go straight for the window.
It takes me a second to get the window up, but I manage to pull it off. Sadly, I’m as good at sneaking out of this window as I was the other night. So needless to say, I take a tumble, rolling and landing flat on my back. Don’t judge me. I mean, I’m in a damn wedding dress; I was bound to fall. I decide to just lie here, even though I know my dress is probably getting dirty. I stare up at the night sky. You can always see all the stars out here.
“You’re going to be a handful.”
“Holy craptickle!” I scream, sitting up. Warren looms over me. “Do you have me LoJacked?”
“Thinking about it.” Warren leans down, plucking me off the ground like I weigh nothing.
“Why are you always showing off your muscles?”
“What?” He barks a laugh.
“Nothing.” I wave him off. “Put me on my feet.”
“It might be safer if I don’t.”
“Fine, at least carry me bride-style.”
“Bride-style?” He lifts a brow at me, making me smile.
“You’re handsome when you’re not mad.” I cup his cheek with my hand.
“Is that so?”
I let out a loud sigh. “It doesn’t matter, though. You’re always handsome.” I roll my eyes. A full-on smile spreads across Warren’s face. Okay, that’s the hottest expression I’ve ever seen. “Bride-style me. You know, like you’re carrying me over the threshold.”
“Got it.” He shifts me in his arms so that I’m cradled against him. I lean in, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“You shouldn’t sneak out without telling me.” Here we go again.
“Well, you shouldn't leave me alllll alone to hang out with other women,” I huff, running my fingers along the buttons of his shirt.