Novel & Cerita The Boss Shotgun Wedding

He smiles. “Alex stopp. We can't afford to be seen together.” “It's not like we're kissing.” “I'm an intern.” “And?” “They would think we're something, and it would become workplace gossip that the director is favoring an intern he's fu*king.” His brows raised. “Wow!” “Yes.” “Well I wouldn't want to do that to you,” he inches closer until his face is so close to mine, while my neck folds back at his closeness, “such insults wouldn't suit you. I'd like everyone to know that we are married.”

The safehouse behind me roared into flames. Another one of my men sprinted into view, breathless. “Sir! You need to see this.” I didn’t move. “What now?” He handed me the phone with both hands like it was cursed, or sacred. The screen flickered. Footage. Blurry and shaky. A wedding venue, wrecked. Blood-stained petals scattered across the floor. Screaming in the background. Gunfire. Chaos. And then her. The bride. Zoey. Her hair curled. White dress ripped at the hem. Mascara smeared like she’d gone to war, not a wedding.

I was honored and humbled by her admission, and I’m pissed that I might have ruined that trust. Again, I double check my appearance, grab my gift and head out. Tonight is one of the team’s tight end’s wedding anniversary. He and his wife are throwing a party at their house to celebrate, like they do most years. He and his wife are big wine fans, and I always try to find a special bottle or two as my gift. I’ve always been jealous of Lucas and Shannon’s relationship. It’s a special bond between them and if you’ve ever witnessed it, it’s hard to not see the love they have for one another.

I said, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach the eyes. "Okay, the boss and Mr. Caleb had a big fistfight after the wedding because apparently, Mr. Caleb sent a text from an unknown number to the boss' wife. The boss later found out it was Caleb who sent it on the wedding day, which led to the boss punching him hard in the face." She gestured animatedly, and I couldn't help but lean closer, captivated. "And what message was that?" I asked.

Savannah murmured as she covered the space between her and Payton who was already on her feet. “Anna,” Payton rushed into her friend’s embrace and then sniffed. “No, you’re not going to ruin your make-up, baby girl. Today is a good day,” she murmured in her ear. “Good day, my ass,” Payton hissed and broke the hug gently. “What? You are getting married today… and to the hottest billionaire at that! It is a good day, my friend!” “Oh, shut the fuck up, you don’t know the story!” She hissed.

I could see the pride and love in her gaze, and it made my heart swell with gratitude. Zaylen’s father, a figure of dignified presence, was talking animatedly with Aaron, who had flown in from out of town for the wedding. Aaron was his usual self—bright and full of energy, his infectious enthusiasm a welcome addition to the celebration. Jordan, Zaylen’s best man, was engaged in animated conversation with Trevor, who had managed to look both dapper and relaxed despite his recent shotgun wedding to Noelle. They were both laughing, their easy camaraderie a testament to the close bond they shared.

'If he's inviting, he's paying,' Hoshi said, laughing. 'Of course!' I replied, shrugging, thinking about the irony of what was happening. I was going to pay for the celebration of the marriage of the woman I wanted. Anyway, today is show day, and it will be full of women hitting on me. I'll hook up with the first one I find and forget about Jane! 'You know who's going to be sad about this wedding, right?' Hoshi asked, laughing. 'Stop!' Simon said, laughing and hugging Hoshi.

He expected me to get emotional and demand to know why he made such a decision, but I showed no reaction at all. The next morning, I woke up just in time to see Dante get ready to leave. While putting on his shoes, he said to me, "After the wedding photoshoot, I plan on taking a trip with Isobel. She's been longing to go on holiday to Northshore Island, so I'll go with her. "Keep the wedding simple. I won't be able to attend the rehearsal, so you'll have to make all the decisions. You don't need to ask for my opinion."

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

She grabbed the pen holder on her desk and raised it like she was about to throw it at me. I reacted fast and caught her wrist midair. "Irene, don't be like that. What happened last night wasn't just on me, but you can't starve yourself over it." I softened my voice on purpose, my other hand brushing lightly over the back of hers. She jerked like she had been shocked, trying to pull away, but I held on tight. "Let go! Do you even realize what you're doing? I'm your boss's wife. What we're doing isn't right!" She kept her voice low, terrified someone outside might hear.