Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I don’t.
I hear her voice again, lower and making apologies as she shoves her way through the crowd to
get to me. I can tell she’s irritated by the time she catches up with me. Probably wondering why I even
wanted to come with her since I haven’t paid much attention to her since we arrived.
It was simple. I needed an invitation, and she had one.
She also had a date—one she bailed on to bring me when I made myself available instead.
To be honest, we hardly know each other. I’ve bumped elbows with her a few times, noted her
interest and her tight little ass, but never enough to even ask for her phone number. I found her last
night, scrolling social media on my phone. I knew I needed to be at this wedding and I hadn’t
determined how to make it happen yet, but Charity’s wedding has a hashtag, and Kira posted using
that hashtag a couple of days ago when she had brunch with the bride. As soon as I saw the five
second video clip of their clinking mimosa glasses, I knew I’d hit the jackpot.
When I slid into her DMs to get myself invited, she thought she had.
One of us was right.
Even though it means circulating on Kira’s arm at cocktail hour and waiting for my next glimpse
of Hallie, I’m glad I came. I can get a bit single-minded sometimes, and right now I’m living for the
next chance I’ll have to see my pretty little plaything.
When she finally finishes taking pictures with the bridal party and enters the reception area, I’m
flooded with two distinctly different sensations.
Pleasure because she’s here, and now it’s only a matter of time until I can get her alone.
But also a streak of possessiveness that catches me off guard, because when she walks in, she’s
on the arm of someone else.
She can’t possibly have a date, can she? Do maids of honor bring dates? Maybe they do, I have
no idea, but she clearly wasn’t seeing anyone last night. Did she scrounge up a date? Is she only
hanging around that man because I’m here, and she believes she has protection from me if she stays by
his side?
That thought is fucking laughable. If she thinks there’s a single soul in this room who can keep me
from her when I want to get to her, she’s in for a rude awakening.
I’m such an asshole I decide to find out, even if it makes her uncomfortable. I grab Kim or Kira
or whatever the fuck her name is and haul her with me toward Hallie and the man she’s standing next
to as she subtly scans the room for me.
My date hurries to catch up and happily settles in next to me as I drape an arm around her waist.
“Do you know them?” I ask.
“Hallie and Steve? Yeah, of course. She’s Charity’s best friend. He’s a friend of the groom’s.”