Chapter Forty-Seven
I hate weddings. I hate everything about them, from the vows to the dancing to the cake. Hmm, maybe not the cake since I have a slight cake addiction, but what the cake represents.
But seeing Chloé tonight in Mario’s sister’s wedding, exactly as I like her, laughing and so f*****g perfect, was worth the sacrifice. I take out my tuxedo jacket and throw it on the sofa in the lounge room between our bedrooms and begin to untie my bowtie, ready for a glass of wine and after, some rewarding s*x.
“The band was incredible.” Chloé sighs, humming a song under her breath.
As always at weddings, everyone said the bride was so beautiful. I had to bite my tongue every time to not blurt out that Chloé would have looked a thousand times better in that fancy dress. But thanks to mo
