Shacking up with my Convict

Chapter 7

Wedding day.

A day that would make any girl's heart flutter but squeezes mine. That would have been my dream had, Watson not had his head up his ass.

I would've had a five tier cake, Bre would be gushing over my dress, while I'd be planning a months getaway with my new hubby. There were good times, I remember them.

They were the reasons why I had stayed that long and their also the reasons I had to leave. They reminded me that the man I once knew no longer existed, just like his love. I now loved a monster that seemed to be going nowhere.

It took a champagne bottle to the head and Morgan threatening to come over and drag me out guns blaring, for me to walk away.

Well with a little more than my self confidence intact.

I brush off my nostalgia of what was behind me, focusing on my future, sadly with an overbearing prick.

A gorgeous lollipop licking prick, my mind corrects.

Great, Kellan has even managed to get my hormones on his side. But the upside to this ridiculous scenario is..... I won't have to deal with the smug bastard for a whole week.

No Kellan.

No s*x crazed thoughts running through my mind

And no mini orgasmic rushes.

And with these thoughts I close my door leisurely heading out with a smile wider than the London bridge.

Ten minutes into my walk I spot a familiar figure heading towards me as I rush to the bridal rehearsal. I'm leaning towards couldn't be, shouldn't be. Can not be, but then I'd know those tattoos anywhere.

Oh f*****g hell.

Absolutely not.

His inky hair is pasted against his scalp, forcing me to stare into those piercing green-blue eyes of his that always complements that stubbornly smug grin he carries around. He's dressed in a white fitted sleeveless shirt that attenuates those toned biceps forcing half the girls passing down the corridor to drool in lust. Then followed by long hairy legs that I've been unappreciatively privy to seeing decked in navy blue jeans and blunstones.

"What the f**k are you doing here?!" I hissed when he stopped just a few centimeters shy of me.

Kellan's eyes did a sweep of me, the edges of his mouth tipping up, then tipped down again.

"Good to see you too Vi"

"Did you follow me here?" I accuse poking him in the chest.

"Yes, I followed you right across town because I've got nothing else to do" he says sarcastically. "You didn't even say you'll be gone a while"

"I don't have to report to you"

"Don't you?" Kellan asked leaning down and into me forcing me back against the wall. "We're roommates after all"

"You're a pain in my ass, that's all you are"

"Maybe" his eyes move down my face, focusing on my lips and I swipe my tongue against them, watching as he swallows. "Guess that's okay. You are a grown ass woman"

"Could you not be so upfront and personal, especially about your desires"

Kellan moves closer to me and I feel myself getting smaller as he caged me in on both sides of his arms, creating our own little private bubble. I glance above his shoulder, wondering who was able to see us like this- me in such a compromising position.

"Why? Do I make you feel nervous Vi?" He asks his face close to mine as he brushes his nose against my forehead. His nose moves to my neck and I could feel him breathing, slowly, the warm air hitting my skin, and I clamp my legs close, intent on feeling nothing. "Is it a crime that I find you attractive?"

"You need to stop" my voice comes out soft, squeaky. Not at all strong as I was before.

Kellan being here wasn't a good thing. He riled me up. Poked at my buttons. I only wanted one week, one week to get away and be myself again. Instead the devil shows up looking like sin!

Why?!

Kellan backs away, tucking his hands in his pocket, a customed scowl sitting on his face as he motions to our left.

"I'm actually where for a function"

"They don't fix cars here"

He walks, glancing at me from across his shoulder as he leaves me.

"Stick to your day job, you're no good at being funny"

I stood watching him walk away, before running after him..

"Who's the friend?"

"I'm my own person too" he says before meandering around me and headed down a different corridor.

"Asshole" I mutter rushing down the opposite one to meet my friends.

Bre stood in a white cocktail dress while Kasey and I wore matching peach dresses Bre had chosen for rehearsal. Apparently she needed everything to be color coded to have the feeling that tomorrow would be just right. I kept telling her to go see a therapist to diagnose her compulsive disorder but she never listens. I'm totally convinced she's OCD. Not that it doesn't have it's sparks but there's only so much of codes and getting things perfect that you can take.

"You're finally here" she says giving me a hug. "Why are you blushing?"

"What?!" I asked alarmed slapping my palms against my face. "Oh forget it"

"We thought you wouldn't make it" Kasey chimes in. "Did you forget where the mini bar was?"

"No, I was" pausing I think about what to say, because I was definitely not telling them about Kellan. "I just got a little distracted is all"

"Mhm" Bre says nodding glancing around her before her features lighted up. "Great, the best man is here. The last glitch solved. Let's go ladies" she grabs me and Kasey pulling us down the bottom of the walk way. "Let's get me married"

"Let's hope the room is just as excited to get hitched" Kasey whispers and I laugh. "Think Jon knows what he's getting into?"

"Not a clue, but I'm sure he'll learn soon enough"

"Okay everyone, places" the Planner shouts.

Bre's niece walks down the walkway with her pretend bouquet follow by her brother with the rings. I'm doing my best to keep my anxiety at bay, there's going to be about a hundred people that I'll have the happy privilege of walking before, that I'm absolutely not so keen about. But what to do when you're the maid of honor? I take reassurance in Kasey's patter of footsteps behind mine, doing my best not to fumble with my hands too much.

"You're moving too fast" Kasey whisper yells to me. "Please don't let Bre go wedding crazy on us again!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry" I say slowing down my pace.

I focus on my breathing, thinking of everything else except tomorrow., my eyes running all over the place when I spot what should be the best man in a dark vest, inky hair mussed, as if he'd ran his hand through it a couple times just to get it right. Jon is chatting away with him, seemingly unphased by the expectation that fills the air.

I take the deepest breath known to man when I finally make it to the pretend altar, and stare at my shoes a couple minutes. I glanced at the pretend crowd before me then attempt to be polite to the other two men that are still waiting on the bride.

"Vi this is-"

"You!" I cut Jon off furious that the sexy guy I had oogled all my way up had been Kell-f*****g-an all this time.

"I can't take this anymore. What the f**k is he doing here?" I point in Kellan's direction who had ignored my glares the entire processional.

"He's the best man?" Kasey answers looking around. "Isn't he supposed to be here?"

"I'm not an i***t kasey. That's obviously not what I meant"

"Do you know her?" Jon asks Kellan who's busy staring at his phone.

"No, never met her before "

My mouth falls open.

My fists fold inwards at his denial, wanting to kick him in the nuggets for that. Especially after all the trauma he put me through only minutes ago.

"Ah, Vi, this is my brother"

"Yeah" I respond turning back to the processional. "My mistake. Sorry, not sorry"

"Don't huff too much" Kellan snickers laughing, Jon almost breaking a smile at his childish jesting and I glare in his direction that earns Kellan an elbow nudge.

"Are you okay?" Kasey asks.

"I'm peachy"

"Liar" Kasey whispers. "Tell me"

"Tell you what?" Bre asks coming to stand beside us.

"Nothing. It's nothing"

"She's mad at Jon's brother" Kasey adds betraying me.

"Why?"

"Nothing, he's just stupid"

"I will not have a tacky wedding Viven" Brean points in my direction before walking towards her fiance. "I will hurt you"

"Point made" I whisper yelled, folding my arms and turning my back when I catch Kellan's gaze.

If he thinks I was giving him the time of day, he didn't know me very well.

And two can play his game.

***

I finally make it back to my room, a note stuck to my mirror.

Sorry babe, I'll come see you later

xoxo

Bre.

Traitor.

I was supposed to do her nails right now and I bet, she went hiding with Jon to get busy. As if they couldn't save it for their bloody honeymoon.

I flop against my bed attempting not to be a grump. I'm the only single person here, I bet even Kellan has a damn date.

Ugh! I groaned squeezing my pillow tightly over my face.

Maybe Bre was right, I probably should have tried to find a date for her wedding, then I wouldn't feel as left out. I'd be getting drunk and having spontaneous s*x too for crying out loud.

I bit my lip thinking. s*x with a stranger did come with challenges. Std's, all talk but no bite, compromise of morals because I'm not joining a threesome.

Shit, I was going back home more a vigin than I was meeting Watson. I haven't done one spontaneous thing in my life.

From the periphery of my eyes during my silent meltdown, I catch the jiggling of my door knob. I know I'm not expecting visitors and since Bre is out, who the hell wants to hijack my room?

I pull myself from my bed, hurrying to the door, with more angst than my usual timid self. I was so not in the mood for intruders.

But then I'm left speechless recognizing an unlikely figure when I open the door. The knob slips from my grasp finding Kellan outside of my room and I quickly do a sweep of the hall.

"What do you want?" I hissed still pissed at him.

"Their out of room and I need a place to crash"

"How is that any of my problem?"

"Well lets see. Our best friend's are off secretly f*****g"

"What?! She's not supposed to be with him right now" I attempt to go around him when he pulls both of us back into the room shirting the door. "I have to find Kasey and bring Bre back. It's bad luck to see the groom or bride before the wedding"

"In that case there's nothing you can do. So unless you plan on joining their party-"

"Did you just insinuate a threesome? Ewe"

"Don't knock it till you tried it, oh and your other friend is currently occupied with some guy at the pool"

I face palm myself. "I'm the only sane person here" I groan then peaked between my figures at Kellan who had dropped his bag against the carpet and had gone to peer through my ground to ceiling windows. "Why are you still here?"

"You were the only person I was sure wouldn't be doing anything crazy tonight, that and I wasn't sleeping in my car"

"Then go to Jon's room" I tell him still furious with his lying ass.

"He might take Bre back there to finish their ron de vu, or maybe go to her room instead. Neither of which I want to be privy to. I'm into kinky things but not like that"

"None of that is still my problem. Especially since we're complete strangers"

His blue eyes take me in before he removed his shirt, exposing more flesh than I'm willing to handle.

"Well you didn't tell them about knowing me" He holds my gaze and I gnaw at my lip turning my head away. "I figured it would be better if we kept it that way"

"But to make it look like I'm a crazy person?!"

"Well I think everyone knows you to be dramatic. That's on you"

I gwak at his words but then turn every shade of red when he moves to remove his pants after his socks, my feet rushing forwards immediately.

"No, no, no, no" I said holding onto his clothes.

Previously I was having a meltdown over the minuscule amount of men that I find attractive or even finds me attractive for that matter. Now, I'm stuck with a bastard that has more self confidence than Thor.

"Normally women are more excited to get them off"

"Again, I'm not a type of the women you've been with"

"Why do you think I'm enjoying the chase?" he asks whispering at my ear.

"What is it with you and me?"

Kellan shrugs, going around me taking a pillow and descends into one side of my bed.

"When we f**k I guess we'll figure it out together"

I sputter, coming up short on breaths before tossing the other pillow at him.

"Get out of my bed Kellan!"

"Stop acting as if you've never slept with a man before Vi. As long as you keep your hands to yourself, I'm sure we won't have any problems"

I gawk completely speechless. Did he....did he just accuse me of ever thinking....attempt to harrass him in his sleep?!

"Asshole" I mutter to myself throwing back my side of the sheet and placing the pillow between us, fuming to myself. "Stupid, stupid i***t"