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Page 142 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

“For real, Bonnie?” I should have known that she wouldn’t give me a straight answer.

“Oh, I don’t know, Harvard. Call me Siobhán, and let's find out.”

Epilogue

Bonnie

Three Months Later

Stella carefully applies the black kohl on my eyelid margins, ending with her signature winged tip.

It’s my wedding day and we’re at the Reed. The five-star hotel has a luxurious ground floor rectangular function room which is great for weddings because it provides a sufficient walkway for a bride with a long train, a large, airy anteroom perfect for pictures and confetti throwing, and several adjoining rooms, one of which was converted into a bridal dressing room that Stella and I are in now.

Ethan and I didn’t want an elaborate wedding and we would have been content with just going to court, having a small reception at home, and settling back into our very busy lives and weekly joint counseling sessions, but our family and friends were having none of it.

Xavier and Brooke pronounced it an absolute taboo to get married or host guests in our home, so they offered us the Reed instead. Stella declared she’d style me and everyone else in ourgroup, Jordan and Sabrina are providing food, and my mom and the Hawthornes are sending us off on a mandatory honeymoon.

Even Giovanni pitched in with an elaborate cocktail menu served throughout the wedding rehearsal yesterday, to continue right up till the last minute of the reception tonight.

“Your skin is flawless, Bonnie,” Stella says, “I see why you never bother with makeup, but today we’re certainly going to give Ethan something to chew on.”

I can’t answer because she’s banned me from making any facial expressions until she’s done. Although I don’t have an answer for her anyway. I’m too busy imagining Ethan waiting at the end of the aisle, looking edible in his tux, and watching as I approach.

My heart rate kicks up. Ethan’s stare is something I still haven’t quite gotten used to, especially now that he’s ditched the glasses. His gaze feels like a physical caress, making me blush and squirm, especially when he does it in public when I can’t do anything about it.

Now it’s going to be a roomful of people, a long aisle, and his eyes on me in a wedding dress I know is liable to make him crazy.

And Stella is working on my face to further drive home that point. I don’t feel sorry for Ethan. It’s myself that I worry about and the possibility of having melted into a puddle of want by the time Twiggy and I finally reach the altar.

Stella has been so dramatic with her styling duties. First, she declared the dress a secret, and I was beginning to worry that I might not like the dress, or worse still have to pretend like I did in order to spare her feelings.

When I eventually got to see my dress dress two weeks ago, I cried. I didn’t think I’d ever worn anything that beautiful before.

Made of translucent tulle covered in tiny glittering stones and white silk applique petals, and styled into a sleeveless mermaiddesign with a deep vee neck and a sweeping train, it was a dream come true. It even hugged my small bump.

Since then, I’ve let Stella do exactly what she wants.

She finishes my lips in nude matte and lets me take a look.

I can’t believe my eyes. Well, my actual eyes. Dramatic and sultry, smoked in black kohl, and my eyelids are highlighted in an icy pink glow. The rest of my facial features are subtly enhanced, but I can’t stop going back to my eyes.

“Oh my God, Stella,” I gasp.

“Good right?”

“Geez, good how? It’s amazing!”

“Don’t you dare cry. The makeup is all waterproof but still, I don’t want anything messing with the contrast between the white of your eyes and that eye shadow, and if you cry, they’ll get red-rimmed.”

I pause, shaking my head at Stella. “What the…”

“Yes, I’m tight-assed with small details like that with my models.”

She gives my black curls a fluff. I’ve switched the purple for caramel highlights which set off my warm skin tone. We opted not to go for a headdress, not wanting to detract from the beauty of the dress. Diamonds glitter at my ears and throat, a recent addition to my steadily growing collection.

Ever since Ethan gave me his ultimatum about taking his money, he’s gone wild with gifts. It appears that is his love language, giving and receiving gifts. It’s so delightful to watch him blush over the smallest things.

The other day I gave him a pair of cuff-links I’d picked up when I went shopping and the way his face lit up was priceless, which in turn made me unbearably hot. The look on his face when he gets a gift, is just as potent to me as when he’s inside me, thrusting in throes of ecstasy.




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