บททั้งหมดของ One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

After inhaling deeply of the crisp evening air, Brian pulled out his phone. He texted Madeline briefly and grinned broadly when she replied. He was taken aback that it had taken him so long to inquire about her employment situation, but he had been preoccupied. He needed employment now to take his mind off his diversion. He texted once more quickly, then put his phone in his pocket and walked menacingly back to the restaurant. Perhaps the breakup between him and Cassie was a good thing. She was unable to leave Melbourne, and he would have to spend a lot more time at his office in Canberra. In any case, it most likely wouldn't have worked. His gaze followed her as soon as he stepped through the doors. Her lips curled into a sexy grin as her face brightened at the sight of him. He gave an inner grunt. He had to stay away from her as much as possible since he had moved her into his room and there was no way to get rid of her right now—not until after the wedding. He kept his hands

Without even glancing at the caller display, Brian snarled into the phone, "I'm fine." That's good, then, Madeline commented. "You should probably tell your date." "Meeting?" he inquired. "Cassie phoned me in an attempt to find you. A very upset Cassie, if I may say so. Were you going to disclose to me that she accompanied you on your brother's wedding date? "Stepbrother," he murmured. "No, and." His lips curled into a fleeting grin as he heard Madeline huff into the phone. He sighed and continued, "Look, it's difficult, okay? He broke short her queries, saying, "Cassie is Nathan's ex. There's a story, one which I don't really want to go into now." "I needed a diversion, so I told Cassie I had to work." The wedding is still on for me; I simply needed some time apart. "Where are you?" she softly questioned. In response, he said, "roughly ten thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean." "Are you flying?" she said, clearly taken aback. "I am," he answered. Since his fath

The ceremony ended and finally, she got to slip her hand through Brian’s elbow and walk with him back down the aisle. She wanted to rub her body against his like a cat in heat, but they were in a church and it was a wedding, and…Brian still wasn’t himself. “Everything okay?” she whispered out of the side of her mouth as they walked into the late autumn sunshine. “Fine,” he replied, not looking at her. They were moved into positions for photos with family and friends. Cassie smiled the fake smile and tried very hard to keep her mind on the job at hand, but Brian’s aloofness worried her. Something had happened last night and, for the life of her, she couldn’t understand what it was. But she was determined to get to the bottom of it, she refused to spend another night alone. They were ushered into the waiting cars and driven to a new spot for more photos, this time just the wedding party. They had been separated on the drive and Cassie didn’t know if it was on purpose or not. Bri

It didn’t make him feel any better though. She couldn’t even wait until he’d left before she had to have Nathan. The guy had only been married hours before and they couldn’t wait to get at each other. It made him wonder how many other times they’d gotten together over this last week that he didn’t know about. She’d almost had him convinced that there was something real between them, but it was all a fucking lie. He drained his drink and poured another. The whiskey warmed its way down his throat but didn’t touch the frozen tundra that was his heart. He lifted his glass and drank again. He wanted to wipe the image of Cassie on her knees in front of Nathan out of his mind and the only way he was going to do that was with alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. He poured another shot as someone sat down beside him. “Brian,” one of the groomsmen said, “looks like you’re having fun.” Brian just grunted as he drank again. It would probably be less time-consuming if he filled his glass rat

“Cassie, please open up,” he yelled again, knocking insistently on the door. “I really need to talk to you.” The door behind him opened and he turned to stare at the older woman who stood in the doorway. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,” he said, “but my girlfriend has locked me out and I don’t have a key.” “She’s not in there,” the woman said and Brian’s eyebrows shot up. “She’s not?” he asked. The other woman shook her head. “She packed up and left,” she said. “Like that.” The woman clicked her fingers. “Do you know where she went?” he asked, pulling out his phone. The other woman shook her head again. “No,” she replied, “but where would she have to go at this time of night?” The woman retreated back into her suite and closed the door. Brian scrubbed a hand through his hair, regretting the half a bottle of Jack that he’d drunk, regretting that he’d jumped to conclusions about Cassie. He looked down at the screen of his phone and pressed her number. It rang and rang a