Ivory Kisses

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Chapter 5. Uh Oh...2.0

I swallowed my shame while trying to catch my breaths. The bride clearly thought I was moved by her display of emotions, when in reality, I realized I had just fucked up.

Big time.

“Please don’t kill me.”

The bride’s tired and red eyes locked with mine as she wiped away the snot which gushed down her nose. “What?”

I cleared my throat, trying to find courage---any courage I had in me to tell her the truth.

“So---the guy I slept with. His name was Evan.”

She nodded. “Yes, my husband.”

I slowly shook my head. “No. Not your husband. Um. This isn’t the guy I had sex with.”

The bride tilted her head before she abruptly stood from the grey chair. “What do you mean?”

“The photo---it’s not him. I mean sure the guy I fucked had like spray tan and dimples. Really cute dimples. He’s here tonight by the way. Not that you give a shit about that considering I just told you I fucked your husband---then didn’t.” A deep sigh escaped my frantic mouth. “I’m going to stop rambling now.”

She tried to catch her breath. “Are you telling me you did not sleep with my husband?”

“N--no,” I stuttered. “I, in fact, did not sleep with your husband.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Babe, you in here?”

The bride rolled her eyes, then stormed to greet who was on the other side. “Come in, Evan.”

My widened eyes stayed that way until they locked with her husband’s.

Oh, this is so fucking awkward.

“Why are you crying, babe?” The groom cupped the side of his bride’s cheek affectionately, concern written across his face.

“Do you know who this woman is?” The bride asked, pointing towards me with trembling hands. “She said she fucked you.”

Her husband darted his attention towards me and gasped. “What the hell? I’ve never seen you before in my life!”

“I’ve tried to tell your wife that---after I told her we had sex, but she didn’t believe me.”

“We never had sex!”

“This is a complete misunderstanding on my part. I’m extremely sorry. I saw Evan---the other Evan, outside while I was preparing the food, and I got confused and thought he was the husband. I had um, actual sex with the other Evan three months ago.”

“The other Evan? You mean the best man? So why in the world did you think he was my husband?”

“Because Nick confirmed---Oh, that son of a fucking bitch.”

“Nick?” The bride growled. “Nick the fucking prick!”

“Nick, the prince of Iceskonia.”

“Imma kill him,” The bride yelled. “I can’t believe he tried to ruin my wedding!”

“What’s going on?” A familiar voice asked, just before they stepped into the bathroom. Evan---the real Evan, locked eyes with mine. “CC? What the--?”

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, over and over. “I’m really sorry.”

The bride pointed towards me and Evan. “You two need to have a chat, while I go and kill my step brother.” She dragged her husband out of the bathroom. “Come on.”

I was suddenly left alone with the guy I had slept with a couple of months before. The guy who was not in fact the groom.

“Wanna explain what’s going on?”

“I’d rather not.” He raised his brows, unimpressed by my answer. “Fine, but not here. It’s the women’s bathroom. Let’s go outside.”

Evan gestured for me to exit the toilet, then we both managed to sneak away for some fresh air, and a much needed conversation.

“Okay, why did it look like my friend was crying?”

“Because she was.”

I glanced towards the city lights, trying to focus on something other than my trembling lips. Sure, Evan wasn’t the groom, but there was still the issue of him ghosting me after we hooked up.

After a few moments, and finding my courage, I turned to Evan. “I thought you were the groom.”

He laughed. “What?”

“I heard the groom’s name was Evan and when you showed up, I put two and two together.”

“Woah. What the fuck?” Evan put his hand up in defence. “Why would you think that?”

“I thought I had sex with you while you were engaged to someone else.”

Evan pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s one explanation for you being a bitch tonight. What’s the other?”

“I guess I deserve that.” Tears stung my eyes, and as much as I tried to stop them from falling, I failed.

There was a hint of compassion in Evan’s expression, almost as though he were guilty---of something.

“CC…”

I shook my head. “Don’t. Please don’t. I’m embarrassed enough as it is. Seeing you here after you ghosted me, especially when I thought there was something between us, it was a lot.”

“What the hell are you on about? Ghosted you? You walked out on me in the middle of the night. Or early morning. Fuck. I don’t know. Either way I was asleep when it happened.”

“I had an urgent call in the morning, and you were resting. I left a note underneath your phone which had my contact details on there. You chose to ignore me. Pure and simple.”

Evan shook his head. “No. There was no note!”

“Of course there was. Do you really think I would miss up on the chance to be with you? Maybe you just used me and realized I wasn’t beautiful enough for you. You’re a self centred shallow asshole, Evan!”

He stepped closer, grasped my waist with his hand and held on tighter than he ever had. “Did I ever give you any reason to think I didn’t find you incredibly attractive? I adored your stretch marks, beauty spots and cellulite on your fucking gorgeous body, or did you forget how I had my lips all over each and every one of them?”

My breath hitched, but only for a moment before Evan silenced me with a kiss. His fingers clutched my hair while he completely devoured me, and as if it were magic by the Gods, snow trickled down on us both at that perfect moment.

I pulled away momentarily. “I promise I left a note.”

“I believe you,” he muttered before kissing me again.

My arms secured around his neck, while his hands moved down to the curve of my ass, a spot he had adored the first night we met. And Evan tasted just as sweet, if not better.

“Well, that’s quite unprofessional of you, CC.”

Nick’s voice left a sour taste in my mouth that I immediately pulled away, shifting my attention to the lying asshole.

The smirk on his lips showed me his exact true colours.

“You’re an asshole,” I fumed. “How could you make me think Evan was the groom! Your step-sister was mortified.”

“Well, I told you not to tell her,” Nick replied. “That part was on you.”

Evan let go of my waist and pulled away from me, taking a few strides up to Nick. “You told CC I was the groom? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Nick shrugged his shoulders. “You know me by now, Evan. Nothing phases me.”

“Your sister---you almost ruined her wedding. Nick the prick. At it again!” Evan fumed.

“You have no idea what else I’ve been up to,” Nick laughed. “Not one fucking clue.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Evan asked.

“Nothing, Evan. Absolutely Nothing.” Nick cackled as he turned and walked away.

Not so fast, asswipe.

I strolled up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. The moment he turned around, my open palm struck his face.

“Ow! Fuck!”

“That’s for lying to me, Prince Abubu.”

Nick’s face turned bright red from my slap. I heard Evan chuckle behind me which only triggered Nick’s furious reaction.

“You’re not fucking worth it. Ugly as shit!”

Slap.

“Keep talking, and next time it’ll be my entire fist---or foot, somewhere I’m sure you’d prefer me not go near, since I’m ugly as shit.”

Nick huffed, muttered some more profanities beneath his disgusting breath before his attention shifted towards his phone. He scurried off in a hurry, clearly wanting privacy with the call.

I spun around and Evan’s smile widened. “I can’t believe you slapped him. Twice!”

“I sure can. He’s an asshole. Do you know he lied to me about being a prince just to get my food? Not to mention he’s the one who confirmed you were the groom.”

Evan shook his head. “I’ve always hated that guy. You know I swear he used to flirt with my ex girlfriend? I mean she cheated on me with someone in the end, but yeah. He’s a real piece of work.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Evan shrugged his shoulders. “It is what it is. She’s out of my life and I’m trying to move on.” He placed his hands back on my waist and drew my body closer. “With you.”

I couldn’t help but smile, as I felt the same comforting feeling with Evan as I did before. He was so fucking perfect, even though he looked nothing like Ross.

Or Russ---thankfully.

“As much as I want to stay here, and kiss you, I have to get back to work. What I want you to do, is take out your phone and put my damn number in before you lose it.”

Evan nodded eagerly before pulling out his cell from his pocket. After giving him my details, Evan took my hand and led me back inside, but our ears pricked up to the sound of Nick on speaker phone with another woman.

I felt Evan tense at the voice, as though he knew who Nick was speaking with.

“I’m pregnant. How many times do I have to repeat myself,” the woman cried. “You’re the father, Nick!”

“How can I know that for sure? I mean you could have slept with Evan while you were with me. It’s not like we hadn’t fucked while you were with him.”

“Fuck, Evan! The last time I saw him was a couple of months ago at some fucking party, going into one of the bedrooms upstairs with some tramp. Bitch left her number when she snuck out the next morning, but I took care of that.”

Oh. My. God.

Nick turned around at the sound of me muttering bitch beneath my breath. Evan’s cheeks were redder than I had seen them---even darker than he looked with the fake tan. He was as furious as I was.

“You slept with Dana?” Evan growled. “The two of you fucking deserve each other!”

I squeezed Evan’s hand to let him know I was there, not that it would provide much comfort to know your ex had cheated on you with a friend---or so-called friend.

“Oh my God. Is that Evan?” Dana’s voice called out from the speaker. “Tell him I miss him.”

“Come on, CC. Let’s go.” Evan wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me back inside, where we immediately came face to face with the bride.

“Evan, hi!” She beamed, then placed a finger on her lips. “Shhh. I feel so much better now that I’ve had a few shots.” She shifted her attention to me. “You are amazing. Nick was an ass. But you’re amazing. Your food is so good. So so good.” The bride glanced back towards Evan. “Thanks for recommending her.”

Wait. What?

I tilted my head. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, so when our original caterer fell through, Evan here was the hero, said he met some caterer but didn’t have her number. He went searching for your details. Took him a good bit, but so glad he found you.”

The bride smiled, but her attention shifted towards Ellen who carried another tray of food. “Oh, goody! More chicken!”

As soon as she walked away, I turned to Evan. “You knew my number the entire time?”

“No. Not the entire time. Don’t forget, I thought you walked out not wanting anything to do with me. I mean that’s the only reason why someone would leave in the middle of the night and not say anything.”

“Thank you,” I beamed. “For getting me this job.”

“It was entirely for pure selfish reasons. I got to see you again.”

My heart fluttered in my chest as he gazed into my eyes, then suddenly, a mischievous grin appeared on my lips, deciding to change the subject into something a little more playful. “So, Evan---have you tried my breasts yet?”

He chuckled, entwining his warm hands with mine and returning my smile with one of his own. “I’m an ass man myself, but you already knew that.”

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