Ivory Kisses

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Chapter 3. Sleeping With The Enemy

Evan’s breath hitched in the back of his throat when he caught sight of me. Blood raged beneath my skin the moment I realized who he was.

“You,” I sneered. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Sure, swear words came out of my mouth so easily, and I knew I shouldn’t have spoken that way at his wedding. I just couldn’t help it.

“CC… you’re the caterer?”

I folded my arms against my chest and shook my head in disbelief. The person who stood in front of me, the man I had slept with, was the man who got married to someone else.

“I can’t believe this.”

“Um, CC. Do you know him?” Ellen asked.

“Yeah, girl. I know him.”

Ellen sensed the thick tension and snatched one of the serving trays before leaving me alone with---my mistake.

“So, let me ask you something. When someone requests gluten-free, do you always make it a habit of screwing things up?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He lifted one of the canapé boxes and gave it a shake. “This. This was supposed to be gluten-free.”

I snatched it from his grasp and inspected the contents before I rolled my eyes. “It is gluten-free, you idiot.”

Evan swallowed hard, then muttered beneath his breath. “Oh.”

“Oh?” I huffed. “That’s all you have to say? Oh? Are you kidding me?” I strolled over to him in a few steps. “How can you live with yourself after what you’ve done?”

Evan tilted his head. “It was only a slight mistake. I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal about it.”

Is he serious right now?

“You’ve got some nerve.”

“Right---so I’m the one with the problem here, huh? It’s my fault now, is it?”

“Well, it sure as fuck ain’t mine.”

Evan huffed and walked away, speaking under his breath. “I’m out.”

I fell back onto the chair closest to me and my head dropped into my hands. How could I have been so stupid?

Evan acted like he was interested in me the night we met, and I thought something could happen between us, but the asshole never called me even though he promised he would.

And now I know why he didn’t.

By the time the tears stopped falling, I heard Nick’s voice call out my name.

“CC? You okay?”

I used the back of my hand to wipe the wetness from my cheek before I stood and gave Nick a faux smile.

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Perfect, actually.”

“Was that Evan I saw you arguing with?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “That was Evan.”

“How do you know him?”

I wasn’t prepared to tell him the truth, considering it was his stepsister’s wedding, and that would make Evan his brother-in-law.

Fuck.

“Evan was just---complaining about one of the meals. But he made a mistake.”

“Right. It just seemed like you knew him personally.”

Oh, Nick. I knew him very personally.

“I’ve met him once before---a long time ago.”

Satisfied by my response, Nick smiled. “So, can I interest you in a walk?”

It would have been unprofessional of me to leave, but my professional attitude towards the wedding dissipated as soon as I found out Evan was the groom.

“You know what? I think I do need some air---but only for five minutes.”

“Five minutes,” Nick repeated. “Got it.”

He reached out his hand, and I willingly obliged. I glanced in Evan’s direction and his mouth slightly opened as he watched me go out with Nick. The moment we stepped into the cool breeze, my eyes closed as the chill of the night settled on my angered cheeks.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” I whispered when I finally caught sight of the rustic buildings drenched in snow. The city lit up with warm Christmas lights, which brought a smile to my face.

Nick squeezed my hand. “It’s stunning.”

It was quiet for a moment. The only thing I heard was the subtle music behind me and the distant chatter from guests.

“So, are you going to tell me the truth already?”

My attention shifted to Nick. “Truth? What are you talking about?”

“About Evan. I can see the way he looked at you, and the way you looked at him.”

My teeth gnawed the inside of my cheek and I took a deep breath, spilling out the truth before I could stop myself. “Look. I had no idea who he was when we slept together. I really didn’t. If I had known he was going to be married, I never would have slept with him! You have to believe me!”

Fuck. Shit. Shit. Shit. I should not have said that.

Nick’s eyes bulged momentarily before a smirk played on his lips. “Wait. What? What are you on about?”

“I slept with Evan. The groom! The guy you saw me arguing with. We met a few weeks back and had sex! Twice!” I paused for a moment. “Why the hell am I telling you this. I’m so sorry.”

Nick shrugged his shoulders, not bothered by my confession. “I’ll be honest with you. I fucking hate my step-sister, so I really don’t give a shit one way or another.”

“I just told you I slept with your brother-in-law, who’s married to your stepsister. How can you not give a shit?” I asked, exasperated.

“Evan’s an asshole. I’ve always known that. I’d stay clear of him if I were you.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Like I’d sleep with him again knowing what he’s like!”

“Good,” Nick replied. “Just ignore him for the rest of the night.”

“He’s the groom. I don’t know how possible that is.”

“Talk to my stepsister. Deal with her only and don’t mention you slept with her husband. Trust me. It’s not like my sister hasn’t cheated on him.”

I massaged my face with my hands and sighed, “I need to use the bathroom. Thanks for the chat, Nick. I must get back to work after.”

“I’ll come to visit you again,” he smiled, then took my hand gently to his mouth where he pressed his soft lips against my skin. “See you soon.”

I nodded and turned away from one of the nicest guys I’ve met, before I found myself inside the ladies’ toilets, only to be greeted by the bride.

Fuck.

“Hi,” I stuttered. “I’m CC.”

“Oh, hey!” she exclaimed, shifting her attention away from the mirror before pulling me in for a hug. “Thank you so much for doing my wedding on such brief notice.”

“You’re welcome.” I fought with myself, trying to work out if I should confess my indiscretions when the conversation with Nick abruptly pushed that thought out of my head. “Congratulations on your Wedding.”

“Thank you. I’m so excited I got to marry my best friend!”

Best friend. Ha!

I pulled away from the hug and put on a faux smile. “Well, the reception is lovely, and your dress is incredible.”

It really was.

“Thank you.” The bride grinned before she lifted her dress from the floor. “I should get back out there. Thanks again. I can’t wait to try some of the food.”

“Try the Chicken Satay skewers. I’ve heard good feedback.”

She smiled again before walking out of the bathroom, at the same time Ellen barged in. “Where did you go? People are getting hungry again.”

“Ellen. I’m screwed. I am literally screwed. The worst kind of human.”

“What’s wrong?” she drew her brows together, clearly concerned by my trembling body.

“I slept with someone. A few months back. At the Reunion party.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me about that.”

I paused for a moment before my confession blurted from my mouth, “It’s the damn groom, Evan. I slept with the fucking groom!”

Suddenly, the door swung open and our attention shifted away from each other, to the newlywed bride. “Sorry. I forgot my lipstick---but what the hell did you just say?”

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