Page 5 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

We had such an instant connection that it felt like we’d known each other for years. Brooke came to Cancun as a plus-one for one of the groomsmen, a certified playboy she’s crushing hard on.

By the end of the rehearsal dinner yesterday, she’d begged me to make up an excuse to stay the night in her hotel room because she couldn’t trust herself not to end up in Xavier’s bed.

And now, she’s AWOL, and so is Xavier, for that matter.

Yep. They’re most likely off having crazy hot sex right now.I did warn the stubborn girl that there was no point in fighting her attraction to the man.

I signal to the passing bartender for another glass of bubbly champagne.

Brooke’s absence only leaves Sabrina. She will have to do then, provided she can peel herself away from Jordan for two seconds.

I’m reeling from what just happened, and I need to decompress.

I watch them, and the moment Sabrina catches my gaze from across the room, I glare meaningfully at her, swiftly cocking my head at my table.

Get your ass over here!

She gets the message, disentangles herself, straightens her long, champagne-colored, silk bridesmaid dress, and saunters over to me.

I grab another champagne glass from a passing waiter and hand it to her when she reaches me. “You guys are shameless, you know.”

Sabrina only giggles.

“Seriously, doesn’t it get old? You’ve been married for over a year now.”

Sabrina looks back at her husband, and a flush steals across her cheeks.

I have my answer. “Ugh.” I take a gulp of my drink.

Sabrina watches me in amusement. “Would you prefer a bottle instead?”

I give her the stink eye.

“No, really, Bonnie. You seem upset. What’s going on?”

“What do you mean what’s going on? Didn’t you see what just happened?”

“You mean the couple’s dance?” She motions to the newlyweds Alex and Nora, who are currently swaying to a waltz on the dance floor.

I wonder if Sabrina is being deliberately obtuse. “No, Einstein. What happened with the whole bouquet and garter thing you made me do.”

“Oh, no, we missed the whole thing. Jordan and I were outside taking pictures. Which reminds me, Bonnie, the photographer is awesome. You should totally take some. You look hot. And the dress matches your highlights.”

I’m wearing a plum-colored dress that matches the streaks of purple in my curly, asymmetrical pixie-cut.

“Thanks, babe.”

“So, catch me up. Who caught the bouquet?”

I pin her with a hard, accusing stare. “Take a wild guess.”

“What, you?”

I nod.

“Really! I wouldn’t have thought you’d want—“

“Exactly. I actively avoided it. I couldn’t have been further away from the bride if I’d stepped outside the room. But even with her back turned, it almost hit me square in the face. I wonder if Nora throws frisbees.”