Drake
I watched Daniella as she walked down the aisle with Julia. Clad in the figure-hugging blue dress I bought for her, she looked se*y as hell. While all eyes were on the bride, I couldn’t take my eyes off the bridesmaid with cascading hair shining like spun gold. Daniella took my breath away. She affected me like no other, not even Lara. In fact, Lara’s charm felt insignificant compared to hers. Maybe what I felt for Lara was nothing but a crush. It crumbled when she betrayed me, but the hurt remained locked in my heart for years. It vanished only when I vented it out in my drunken state.
I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms again. The brief make-out session in the morning only aroused me more. It sparked a hunger that only she could satisfy.
As if knowing the effect she was having on me, she gave me a smoldering look. It took my breath away.
She stood by Julia, but her focus was totally on me. How would it feel if it were our wedding instead of Dominic and Julia’s? My throat
