Blake POV
Walking into the room where the rehearsal dinner is being held makes my stomach turn. Everything in here is beautiful. The flowers are white and a soft tone of pink. There’s ice sculptures with people carving on them as Ice is needed for drinks. The champagne fountain is the most spectacular thing I have ever seen.
After looking around the room and not finding Sandrine, I realize I might have to go find her. There’s so many people here that I can’t even see past the first row of people. I am too short and the women here are all tall, slim and wearing massive heels.
“Where is Sandrine?” I whisper at Tara and she shrugs her shoulder as a broad smile appears on her lips and she waves me off. I frown, following her gaze, and I freeze where I am standing. Trent looks at me and then at the three men every woman is staring at.
“I really don’t know why everyone is so fascinated by them,” he says, and I can
Blake POVStaring directly at Sandrine’s eyes, I can see she is not messing around, she is not playing me. But I still can’t believe she is about to put me on the spot, to make me watch her marry the man that has been between my legs more than once while engaged to her. This is the worst thing she could do to me, and somehow I think she knows and that’s why she is doing this. She is trying to get me to leave, to disappear, to leave her man alone, and she is right. He is hers.“I can’t accept that. I am sorry,” I say as I spin around and open the door, leaving the room while tears threaten to spill. I look around, not really knowing where to go. I hate when people surprise me like this, and I sure as hell can’t accept that. I can’t walk down the aisle while she will be the one marrying him. Not when I had a dream of me doing that. I know it’s a mistake for me to think of him like that. I know he would never consider
Wyatt POV Watching Blake walk away from me was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Allowing her to walk away. I know it’s the right thing to do. I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. I can’t keep her around. She is the enemy; she is the person I need to stay away from, but something deep down inside of me is not letting me. “What the fuck was all of that about?” Sandrine shouted at me as soon as she walked into the room alone with me. I don’t know what she was expecting. I never promised her to be faithful. I never told her I would be hers because I’ve always known that would never happen. She is not the woman for me, and I am not the man for her, and our marriage is fake, even though she doesn’t know. Her face, as she looked at me when I didn’t even reply to her, was priceless. I think that was the first time she actually realized I would never be her man. I think deep down she thought she would break the barriers, she would get under my skin and I
Blake POVI haven’t left my bed since I got home and sink in here crying my eyes out. Besides losing the only man I have actually fallen for, I am about to lose my job, my house, my career, all because I fell for someone I shouldn’t. All because I couldn’t keep it in my pants.How is it possible that I have allowed myself to steep so low? I am this girl. I am not the girl the guys look at; I am not the girl the guys dream about and I am definitely not the girl the guy chooses instead of their fiancé. What the hell is wrong with me?I roll on the bed, laying on my back now as I cover my eyes with my arm and a wave of anger takes over me and I stand up, pulling all the covers from the bed off. I look around and this is not mine, nothing here is mine, it’s all his, and it’s a constant reminder of him. I can’t stay here. I look around as my breathing catches when the doorbell chimes.I frown, looking around. Who the
Blake POV“I’ll call you later, I promise,” I say as I stand holding the front door while Wyatt stands there in front of me. I put on some clothes while Wyatt and Emma stared at each other, hatred flying from both of them as they waited for me to come out of my room.When I entered the room, it felt like I had just walked into a freezer room, Wyatt standing with his hands in his pockets by the window while Emma watched him like a Hawke. I still don’t know what happened and why he is here, but I know this is not the time to find out.All I know is that he is here standing in front of me, watching as I move, looking at my lips with hunger plastered all over his face while I tell him to go because my best friend is here. I know Wyatt wanted to protest, but the stern look I gave him made him retrieve his thoughts and not say anything he might’ve regret later.“Blake,” he whispers my name as he takes one step towards m
Wyatt POVMy phone hasn’t stopped ringing since I walked away from Sandrine. She has been calling me every ten minutes, as if that would change my mind. Dash and Jagger called several times as well, and I even have a call from the man himself. Lorenzo Parisi. I take a deep breath as I hold my phone between my fingers, waiting for the only phone call I want to answer.“Are you there?” I receive a message from Blake and I immediately sit straight on the couch, typing away the response.“Yes, I am here,” I reply to her. I keep my eyes on the screen and the three dots appear, telling me she is typing, but then they disappear. I frown, looking at the screen, and when the dots reappear, I let out a sigh. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, and why I am feeling like this. I feel like a fucking hormonal teenager that has never had sex in his life and is about to ask the cheerleader out to prom. Get a fucking grip, Wyatt.
Blake POVAfter that small exchange of messages with Wyatt, I haven’t heard back from him all day and night, but in a way, I am happy. I don’t know what to say to him. Emma has the tv non stop on the gossip channels and everyone is talking about Wyatt leaving Sandrine at the altar.“Do you think he walked out on her while they were standing there?” Emma asks as she drinks some of her tea, and I shrug. All of this is a little overwhelming. Not knowing what really happened and I can’t stop thinking about how she is right now. I can’t stop thinking this is all my fault.“I feel bad for her,” I say, and Emma’s eyes dart to mine in shock and I shake my head slightly, cradling my tea between my hands. We have been siting on the couch for the past several hours just watching the gossip. Obviously, no one has come forward explaining anything from Wyatt’s side, and not even from Sandrine.“Look,&rdq
Blake POVI open my eyes to find Emma sleeping next to me with her mouth open and her arms crossed on top of her stomach. The soft snore makes me close my eyes again and shove the pillow over my head. I don’t know what time it is, but I don’t have to worry about a job to go to, anyway. I mentally beat myself up for fucking everything up.“Can you stop moving?” I hear Emma say and I frown peaking out of the pillow and my eyes grow wider as I see Wyatt lying down on the bed next to me. I gasp and his hand moves to cover my mouth. I nod slightly as he retrieves his hand.I adjust myself closer to him and close my eyes. I can feel his heart beating against his chest, his hands keeping me in place as they rest on my stomach. I can feel Wyatt moving his head while he takes a deep breath, and I can’t help but smile. What man would come to my bed while my best friend is sleeping next to me?“Please don’t tell me you&rsquo
Wyatt POV“Are you two done?” Blake asks, her voice almost falling, I don’t know what to do to make her realize I am here for her, I am not going anywhere and I know I shouldn’t be, but I am, and fuck everyone else, fuck whoever tries to get me to leave her. The way she is feeling right now is doing something to me, something I have never felt before. My insides are twisting and it’s like I feel her pain.“Yes,” I say without hesitation. Her eyes finally find mine and I can see the relief in them, I can see that she thought I was going to say no. “There wasn’t never anything between us, you were right,” I say and her eyes grow wide and she turns on the couch crossing her legs Indian style as she stares directly at me.“Go on, don’t stop now,” she says and I take a deep breath, sitting back on the couch as I feel her eyes on me. The way she looks at me is burning into my soul. I can fee