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Handle This

CORBYN’S POV

The day dawned and before we knew it, it was time to get my best friend hitched.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that Blue was avoiding me. But what was the reason? I stole a glance at her as she sat across from me, at a white cloth-covered table beside a large window that looked out over the sea. She was talking animatedly to the other bridesmaids about girly stuff. I could tell by the way they were giggling behind their hands.

I couldn’t remember, much about last night or even how I got home-and it didn’t make sense. I didn’t drink-I don’t drink to be precise, so it didn’t add up. The only explanation was that someone spiked my drink. But how, who and why?

The wedding ceremony was beautiful, but I was so tired I couldn’t wait for the reception to be over. I was dead on my feet and seconds away from nodding off right where I was sitting. Zara was a no-show again and I couldn’t get a hold of her on her phone. I didn’t have time to track her down. I would pass by her parents’ house tomorrow morning on my way to see my mom and dad. It was in the same direction.

Speeches and dinner were done, now all that was left was for the bride and groom to make an exit and do and do what newlyweds did. They were in no hurry to leave though, they were still slow dancing like they had all the time in the world. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them giving each other gooey-eyes. This was a match made in heaven if ever there was one.

I spotted Blue winding her way through the crowd as she headed to the bathroom. This was my chance to ambush her and she wasn’t going to be able to run this time.

I crept into the ladies’ bathroom, checked if all the other cubicles were empty before I locked the door. I slouched lazily on the wall biding my time. While I waited I undid the top buttons of my crisp white shirt and let my bow tie hang loosely around my neck. The toilet flushed and Blue returned, stopping to fix her sexy dress, then proceeded to wash her hands. When our eyes met in the mirror she gasped.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Well and any every other day?”

Her hand fluttered to her chest as she steadied her breathing. “What are you doing here? Did you need something?”

“I’m looking at it,” I ran my thumb down her cheek, then traced her bottom lip. “I need to know why you’ve been avoiding me Laura-Jane. Did something happen last night? What did you do?”

“Me???!” Her piercing blue eyes flared from under furrowed brows.

“Yeah, you,” I smiled and dropped my hand before I hopped onto the marble counter. “I’m the sensible one, so it can only be you.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I didn’t do anything this time.”

“Then why have you been acting strange? Is it Deacon?”

“No,” she said and waved her hands under the silver tap to open it.

“Then what?”

“You’re serious??” That scowl appeared again when she reached out for a paper towel to dry her hands. “You really don’t remember what happened last night?”

“No. All I remember is asking you to spend the night with me…did you-did we?” I stood very still for a moment, and it was evident from my face, which was flushed and troubled, that a struggle was going on in my mind. “I woke up alone and fully-clothed. I don’t feel any different? Am I supposed to feel-different that is?”

“Relax,” she remarked, dumping the tissue in the bin. “Nothing happened.”

“Oh…that’s disappointing…”

“Isn’t it just?” she looked in the mirror and smoothed back her hair. “Happy?” She turned and wound her arms around my neck.

“Since nothing happened last night… Let’s fix that, shall we?” I grabbed her hips, kissing her hard and leaving her breathless.

“Like now?”

“Not here. I have too much respect for you.”

“I’m game if you are. I think it’s hot,” she said, angling her head, exposing more skin to my hungry lips. “I don’t mind…” her words came out a breathy, sultry whisper.

Breaking away, I took her hand and led her out the door. “I do, cookie. You deserve so much better. Our first time should be special.”

“Hold that thought,” she interrupted when her phone rang. She walked down the dim corridor and stopped abruptly. Instead of answering it, she continued to stare at the screen, fear flashing across her face.

Without giving it a second thought, I plucked it out of her shaking hands and pressed the green button. “Who is this?”

“Tell your little girlfriend I want my money. She is aware of the consequences of me not getting it on time.” It was a muffled guttural voice that I didn’t recognize. “If she needs a reminder, it can be arranged.”
“Who is this?!”
“She knows.” Was the growled response before the line went dead.

“What’s going on, Blue? Are you in financial trouble?” Even as I asked the question it sounded stupid. She was a millionaire.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course not!”

“Then who was that guy? He says you owe him money..?”

“It’s no one-don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“He threatened you! How can I not worry?”

“I said, I will handle it! Just drop it, okay?!” she snapped and stalked off.

By the time she reached our table, her fit of temper was mellowing, though that didn’t make me any less concerned. I’d get to the bottom of this.

Justin and Terrel were circling the room and saying their thank-yous and goodbyes. Everyone threw confetti as they ran out to the car outside. When the single ladies were scrambling to catch the flowers Blue was nowhere to be found.

Because she was too busy pummeling Zara to a pulp.

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