Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“You’d make jeans and a t-shirt look over the top because you’re so goddamn beautiful. But if it makes you happy, take the other two. And if it makes you feel better, you can donate them after you’ve worn them.”
She fixes me with a look and I’m not quite sure if she wants to kill me or kiss me. “Okay,” she says finally. “I like that idea.”
“And I’m not having a best man.”
“What?” Leo says as he arrives for our Monday night gathering.
Efa’s eyes widen as if to say, Told you so.
“Unless I’m going to stand up there with all five of you, I’m not having a best man,” I say. “There’s no way I’m picking one of you over the others.”
Leo picks up a beer from the bar and heads over. “I guess. Plus, aren’t you only having a handful of guests? We’ll all be standing at the front.” He chuckles.
“Exactly.”
“What about witnesses?” Efa asks. We’re getting married in London and they have some weird rules.
“Oh yeah. I assumed we’d have Eira and Dylan,” I say, clinking my glass against Leo’s bottle. I turn back to Efa, and she’s staring right at me like she’s dumbstruck. “What?” I ask.
“I want you to fuck me right now. Right here.”
Leo clears his throat from next to me. “This is awkward but… I’m strict about threesomes. I have to be the only dude.”
Efa ignores him. “I mean it, Bennett. That’s so nice of you.”
“She gives you a real good incentive to keep doing nice things,” Leo says. “I have to make a note of that.”
“Like you need more sex,” Efa says dismissively. “Give your poor penis a break now and then.” Her expression is dour and mournful. “It might fall off.”
Leo laughs. “You fit right in around here.”
“Yes, I do,” Efa says. “But Monday nights are boring as fuck. I’m going for a massage in twenty minutes.”
Leo laughs. “You’ve done well.”
“Don’t I know it,” I say, and we clink our beer bottles again.
“Oh, one more thing,” Efa says.
“Hit me with it,” I reply.
“Can we not do the wedding gift thing? What the hell am I supposed to buy for a freaking billionaire? You can buy anything you want. I was thinking we could make something for each other.”
I take a breath because crafting isn’t exactly my thing.
In the silence, Leo erupts with laughter. “Fuck me, can I get photographs of Bennett with a glue gun?”
Efa rolls her eyes. “Okay, maybe not make something. But I’d rather go small and sentimental than over the top. It feels unnecessary.”
It doesn’t feel unnecessary to me. I want to spoil Efa all the time. But if she doesn’t want an expensive wedding gift, I have a key in my pocket that’s burning a hole in the fabric.
“That’s fine,” I say. Because whatever she wants is fine. “So while we’re hanging out, I should give you this?” I pull out the key from my pocket. “It’s definitely not a wedding gift.”
Efa eyes the key and then fixes me with a glare. “What did you do?”
I toss her the key and she catches it, then comes to sit next to me on the sofa.
“What is it?”
I angle the key ring so she can get a better look. It reads “Holford Road.”
Her brows pull together. “This is a key for Eira and Dax’s house?”
I shake my head, and she pulls in a breath.
“What did you do?” she repeats.
“It needs a bit of work, but I thought we’d need a base when we’re in London. And Holford Road seems the place to be. I bought the house next to Eira and Dax’s.”
Her jaw goes slack and her eyes soften.
Thank fuck she’s not mad.
“I love you, Bennett Fordham. You are really the most thoughtful man. Kind. Generous. Fucking sexy. How did I get so lucky?”
My chest inflates at her words. I never get tired of hearing how she loves me.
She crawls onto my lap and presses tiny kisses across my jawline. “Thank you.”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” I say. It’s true. I’d spend it all on her. Give up everything. Go anywhere.
Leo clears his throat. “Seriously, guys, do you want me to disappear for ten minutes?”
Efa laughs and slides off my lap, settling onto the couch next to me. “Leo, Leo, Leo. You’re doing it wrong if you think ten minutes is all we need. We’d need an hour or two. You need to find yourself a woman who you want to spend longer than ten minutes with.”
Leo covers his ears. “No, no, no. Not interested in hearing how I need to fall in love from the smug couple on the sofa. I have zero interest in finding myself anyone to spend more than one night with.”
“We’ll see,” Efa says. “I wasn’t looking for Bennett.” She slides her hand into mine and squeezes.