 by Natasha Madison.jpg)
Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
After my sisters’ disastrous weddings, I’m never going to get married.
I’ll just stay single forever.
It doesn’t matter that I’m in love with my brother’s best friend.
Or that Bennett and I shouldn’t even be friends with benefits.
Until the positive sign tells me I’m pregnant.
Bennett
I fell in love with Presley when she was eighteen and asked me for a favor.
She didn’t want to go to college a virgin.
I said no, but she kissed me, and I was lost in her.
Years later, I’ll take her with any rules she gives me.
She thinks this is just a fling. She’s wrong.
Because she’s always been mine to love.
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Chapter 1
Presley
I tap the steering wheel with my perfectly manicured nail as I sing along to the song blasting from the radio when I pull up to the office. I park my car next to my sisters’, then grab my iced latte and my new Yves St. Laurent bag. Putting my purse under my arm, I shut the door and take a look around, seeing the flowers starting to bloom on the trees. When my sisters and I decided to go into business together, we got the idea from our mom and aunt, who ran a small wedding planning business. But the three of us didn't just want to plan weddings. No, we wanted to be the best event planners in the business, and with that came the idea to build our own event space. We bought a huge piece of land and slowly built it up.
Our main offices were in a nice little bungalow we built with three offices upstairs where the bedrooms would be, and the downstairs was a little setup of things we have done along with pictures from all our events. I look off toward the right and see the food truck as well. The main thing that took the longest to build was the actual event building.
It looks like a barn from the outside, but once you get inside, you’ll find rustic wooden floors and exposed wooden beams that can be dressed up. It can fit up to five hundred and fifty people. Right behind the barn is a kitchen where the caterers can set up.
I smile, turning and making my way up the stairs. The sound of my heels on the concrete steps echoes in the quietness of the morning.
I grab the door handle, pull it open, and step in. The cold air hits me right away. Stepping in, I see Clarabella and Shelby standing in the waiting area. I take a big inhale. "You know what that smells like?" I smile, looking at both of them. They stand in front of me. Clarabella in blue pants and a white top. Shelby in white jeans and a silk pink tank top.
"Like you've had sex?" Clarabella says, looking at me. I glare at her, but she can't see since my black sunglasses hide my eyes. She brings her cup of coffee to her lips, trying to hide the smile behind it, but her blue eyes squint.
"No, asshole," I say, "it smells like wedding season."
"It smelled like cow shit when I drove up today," Shelby complains, her face grimaced. "But I guess I should see the glass half full."
"Oh, come on," I urge, lifting my glasses on top of my head. "It's sunny and beautiful outside." I point at the open shade as the sun shines into the office. "It's going to be a great day."
"I don't like this, Presley." Clarabella points at me. "Ever since you got into the Zen shit, it's like I don't even know who you are."
"It's not about being Zen. It's about looking for the good in the day," I say, walking down the hallway toward my office. I pass Shelby's and Clarabella's offices. Mine is all the way in the back with all the windows.
"I blame you," Clarabella accuses. I look over my shoulder as she glares at Shelby, who just stands there with her mouth open.
"Why me?" she shrieks and points at her chest.
"You got her that eat, pray, love bullshit diary," Clarabella says, shaking her head and turning to follow me into my office. "Tell me five things that made you smile today," she mimics one of the questions in the book. "Take a minute to tell us what went wrong but, in the end, didn't change the outcome." I chuckle at her as I walk around my desk, putting my iced coffee down on the coaster before walking over to the blinds and opening them to let the sun shine in.
"I got you the same one," Shelby points out. "And you stayed normal." They both walk into my office, going over to sit on the white loveseat I have against the wall that faces my desk.
"It has to be the sex, then." Clarabella looks at me, and I pinch my eyebrows together, admitting nothing. Trying to portray the cool collectiveness that I'm attempting to channel.