I'm thankful it wasn't because as I see her turn the corner in the white gown she had specially tailored to fit her curves in all the right ways, I know I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else.
Once we read our vows, rings are placed appropriately on shaky fingers, and then the final words are said. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
The moment I've been waiting for all day. We are sealing our love with a kiss in front of all our family and friends.
"Please allow me to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington." The preacher says.
The guests are on their feet, clapping and whistling at our unity, right up until the moment a gunshot rings out. At lightning speed, I grip Harlyn's arm and drag her behind some cheap wedding prop. Everyone else screams and takes off running, everyone except Mr. Aldridge. He lies motionless on the ground with dark red flowing aimlessly down his forehead.
More from the founding families coming next summer…
About TL Mayhew
TL Mayhew is a Contemporary and Dark Romance writer from Nebraska. Her love for reading started back in elementary school when her favorite books, all seemed to have one theme... a horse as the leading character. It's fair to say that since then her reading tastes have changed and now, instead of a horse it's a hot alpha.
It wasn't until she married and had two kids, that TL put any thought in to writing. And even then it was close to a year before any words were put on paper. Amazingly those words were the direct result of a question "Do you want to give it a try?" from an Author TL idolizes. If it weren't for that question she may never have realized her love for writing. and wouldn't have her first work releasing in January 2018.
https://tlmayhew.com/
Books by TL Mayhew
Midwest Sins Duet
Belong
Wicked Lady T
Chapter One
I'm a dirty old man. Been this way my entire life. Dirty, that is; not old. But age is just a state of mind. Mentally, I feel twenty-one rather than forty-five.
Maybe that's why I like my girls young. Don't worry, they're always legal. Except for that one time, but she wore make-up that made her look like she was twenty-five and she was more experienced than some of the older women I've been with. A million bucks later and I was able to get out of the jail time that I would have faced. Part of me still thinks her father put her up to it just for the money.
There isn't one person in Silvercrest who doesn't know who I am and how much I'm worth. I own the top holdings company in the world. When people see me, they see moneybags.
I lean my head back against the cushioned seat I'm sitting on and grab a hold of the tiny pair of hips that are gyrating back and forth on my lap. She's doing an okay job, but it could be better. I move her hips in a more circular motion, showing her how I like it.
"Oh yeah, baby, just like that. Now, ride my cock!" I command with a spank against her ass.
I came in for a late dinner. When this hostess flashed me a seductive look through her lush lashes, I instructed her to return when I was finished eating. Now that the restaurant is closed, I'm getting my dessert.
She places her hands on the cushion on either side of my head and uses it as leverage. I see a look of pleasure in her stare, but it’s not from sexual gratification. She’s excited because she's fucking Carver Brooks. Now, she's going to be able to tell all of her little girlfriends that she got a piece of my cock.
Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. I’m a playboy. It's not hard getting a piece of my cock, it’s hard getting a piece of my heart. But no one in this town seems to want that.
Fuck. I inhale deeply. Now I'm irritated.
I pick the girl up off of my lap and move her next to me in the booth.
“This isn’t working,” I declared.
I stand and zip up my pants. Looking down at the dejected girl, I grab her chin in my hand and turn her face up to mine.
"Come back to me when you've reached the big leagues. You've got a lot of practicing to do until then."
It was harsh, I know that. But when someone chooses to have meaningless sex with me, they’re embarking on a business deal. They get their fifteen minutes of fame, and I get my dick wet. If I don’t get mine, they don’t get theirs.
I walk around the table and toward the front of the restaurant without looking back at the girl. She will be alright, but she certainly won’t be in a hurry to tell anyone about our failed encounter anymore.
Checking my watch, I see it's almost midnight. I don't feel like going home and jerking off, but I really don't feel like making any booty calls either. I can have any girl in this town, but I don’t want one of them. I'm bored with them all.
Besides, none of them can ever live up to Josephine Dove. Josephine Johnson now, as she was married off to that vile cocksucker Nathaniel.
Don’t think about him.
I’m already fired up because of that silly girl inside the restaurant. I don’t need to let any more bullshit into my head right now.
“Hey T,” I say to my driver as he winds down the passenger side window of the limo. “I’m going to walk home tonight.”
My building isn’t far from here and it's a nice night for a walk. Maybe it will help me clear my head.
“Yes, sir.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, sir.”
I watch the tail lights of the car as it pulls out into the road and drives away. It
