His May Wedding

by Beatrice Brae

  His May Wedding

  A BBW & Billionaire Romance

  Beatrice Brae

  Brae Publishing

  Copyright © 2020 Beatrice Brae

  All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  ISBN-13: 9781234567890

  ISBN-10: 1477123456

  Cover design by: Beatrice Brae

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

  Printed in the United States of America

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  Lucy

  Early March

  “Mother, for God’s sake, don’t exaggerate! Grandma will bury us all. I think she will live longer than all of us,” I told my mother when she called to tell me that Nana was in the hospital. My mother tends to exaggerate sometimes, like when she called and told me that my grandmother was dying but my grandmother was hung over after a night of partying with her friends.

  The truth is, I can’t imagine my grandmother sick. But my mother had insisted on the phone so much that I rushed to see her, and now I’m glad I did. My mother seems rather scared, so I imagine things are pretty serious.

  I step inside the hospital room and gasp at the sight in front of me. Grandma is lying between white sheets, connected to various devices that beep. My heart tightens when I see her lying there. She looks so pale and fragile. I tiptoe across the room and sit down on the chair near the bed. I reach out and take my grandmother’s small cold hand in mine.

  “Nana,” I whisper and choke back a sob. “Do you hear me?” Grandma doesn’t answer, and I stay with her for a while, talking to her about all the naughty things we did together when I was growing up.

  I’m getting ready to leave when her eyes slowly creep open before I can rise from my chair.

  “You came! I missed you so much. These days, one has to have a heart attack to be graced with your presence,” she says, and shame washes over me. She’s right. Since I moved to San Francisco, I haven’t visited her as often as I used to.

  “Grandma, don’t try to talk. Try to keep your strength.”

  “You’re not leaving again, are you? You’re going to stay here, aren’t you?“

  “Grandma, you know very well I work in the city, and I have to go back there tomorrow to go to work.”

  “Work,” she says, her voice filled with contempt. “Now that I am on my deathbed, I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time with my family. I realize the most important thing in life is to spend time with your loved ones.“

  Grandma coughs, and I give her some water from the glass on the nightstand.

  “Look, Grandma. Today, I’ll spend the whole day with you, if the doctor agrees. And from now on, I will come see you every weekend! What do you say?“

  “Okay.” She lights up, and her eyes twinkle with joy. She claps her hands happily, and the color returns to her cheeks a little. She reminds me of how she used to be when I was little and we played together.

  “Good, my dear. Although, I don’t know if I’ll last until the end of the week. We haven’t watched an episode together in a long time,” she says.

  “Grandma, do you want me to turn on the TV? Do you think the doctor will agree? I’d better go ask the nurse.”

  “No!” she says. “I’m okay.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to get too tired,” I say.

  I turn on the TV after locating the remote control in the first drawer of the nightstand. It’s turned to a news channel. I’m getting ready to change it when Grandma stops me.

  “Oh, honey, look at this cute guy. I’d like to watch this show. It’s the first time they’re interviewing him. He’s so cute, and he reminds me of your grandfather.”

  “Seriously?” I say and turn my head to the TV.

  Indeed, the guy is gorgeous. The guy is so hot, I keep my eyes glued to the TV. He has the most amazing sandy blond hair, a strong jaw, and striking blue eyes. He wears an anthracite gray suit and is speaking something about social media, but I don’t listen to him.

  I totally understand Grandma now.

  “He could be a television actor,” she says dreamily. I roll my eyes. Grandma has always had a weakness for the guys in her soap operas.

  “I’m just sorry I’m going to die, and I’m not going to meet your husband. When you get to the brink of death, you realize how important family is. I wish I had spent all the time I had with my loved ones. I would have loved to meet your future husband. By the way, are you dating anyone?” she asks me hopefully. It’s my last wish before I die!” my Nana says.

  “What?” I ask her.

  “To see you get married and be happy with the man you love.”

  An idea comes to my mind, and I admit, it’s a stupid one, but the doctors have told my mother that Grandma doesn’t have much longer to live. Possibly a week, at most.

  The heart attack did a lot of damage, and the doctors are reserved about the prognosis. They’ve even told my mom to say goodbye.

  “Grandma, the truth is, I’ve been dating a man for a few months.”

  This catches her attention, and I see her face light up with happiness.

  “I would die happy if you at least got engaged. With a guy like him. He reminds me of your grandfather,“ she says again, pointing a trembling finger at the TV.

  I refrain from saying I’m single and like it this way and decide to tell a little white lie to make her happy.

  “I’m… You know, Grandma, I didn’t tell you, but I’ve been dating a guy for a while, and he proposed on Valentine’s Day two weeks ago. So you can be at peace, Grandma. I am happy, and you’ll be at the wedding. I’m sure of it.”

  “I’m so happy you have a fiancé, but let’s not lie to ourselves, my dear,” she says weakly. “I’ll die before the week ends.”

  “Don’t say that, Grandma,” I tell her, and I’m overwhelmed by sadness.

  “Where’s your ring?” she asks me suddenly, and I realize how bad a liar I am.

  “Well, I-I… didn’t bring it,” I stammer. “I haven’t told anyone yet. He’s a public figure, and anyway, he bought me an expensive ring, so I keep it in the safe.”

  Grandma frowns. “A public figure? In the safe? Is he as cute as the TV guy?” she asks and winks at me.

  So, if I invented a fiancé, why couldn’t he be the guy on the TV, Henry Kane? The guy is handsome, and my grandmother likes him.

  The truth is, Grandma has always had a weakness for men who look like Henry. My grandfather looked like him, but he died in a car crash twenty years ago, and she still misses him.

  “Yeah, Grandma, he looks like the guy on TV because he is the guy on TV. He’s name is Henry Kane.” Since I was lying shamelessly, why not lie all the way? If Grandma wanted me to be engaged to the hot guy on TV, I’d be engaged to him.

  Grandma’s eyes widen. “Lucy, you’ve made me so happy, honey. Now I can die peacefully.”

  “Grandma, I just wanted to tell you that I love you very much.
I’ll never forget all the time we spent together.”

  Her eyes light up with happiness. “Honey, you’re my favorite granddaughter. I think you know that, don’t you? I love you too.”

  I giggle. This a running joke between us, considering I’m her only granddaughter. “Look, Nana, how about I spend all day with you today? We can do whatever you want. I’ll even watch soap operas with you.”

  “Yeah, I’d love that,” she says. “I can’t wait for us to see an episode together.” I love watching her soap operas with her, although I would never admit it.

  “Where did you meet him?” she asks, turning the subject back to my nonexistent fiancé.

  “Well, we work in the same building, and we met in the elevator one day,” I lie.

  “When do you want to get married, Lucy? Please tell me you will get married in May. You know that your grandfather and I got married in May and look how happy we were together.“

  Grandma has a fixed idea about May weddings. In her opinion, this is the best month to get married. My parents got married in July, and they divorced ten years later. Grandma is convinced that their marriage would have been more successful if they had married in May.

  “Lucy, promise me that you will get married in May. I want you to have a long and happy life,” my grandmother begs me.

  I refrain from rolling my eyes. “Of course, Grandma, I promise you. After all, a May wedding will be beautiful,” I say.

  “Too bad I won’t be here to see you walk down the aisle,” she says, and a tear flows from the corner of her eye. My heart breaks at the thought of losing her.

  “Grandma, don’t say that. I’m convinced you will be at my wedding. Promise me that!“ I say, though I know it’s a promise she likely won’t be able to keep.

  “I promise you, Lucy,” she says, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

  ***

  A week later, the news came that Nana had taken a turn for the better. I didn’t know whether to be happy, to laugh, or to cry. My grandmother was on her way to a speedy recovery, and the doctor had told my mother that everything was due to her hearing about my new fiancé.

  My mother calls me asking why I didn’t tell her and my dad about my engagement. She says that my grandmother is very excited about the May wedding and that I should bring my boyfriend home to introduce him to everyone. The whole family is anxious to meet him. My mom says that Nana watches the news every day in the hope that she will hear more news about Henry, and that she wants to open an account to follow his social network after she returns home. All the nurses are convinced that I’m engaged to the guy, and Grandma is very happy.

  I’m glad Grandma is fine, but now I’m in big trouble.

  I think I’m going to have to go and break her heart by telling her I don’t even know the guy.

  Or… I could get engaged to Henry Kane.

  Chapter 2

  Henry

  End of March

  I think I have a stalker. Or maybe I’m stalking her. Who knows? I realize I saw the girl at the convention yesterday, at the climbing gym in the city last week, and now she’s at the pool. She’s wearing a bright yellow bikini that highlights her gorgeous ass and her generous tits. I have a steel hard-on in my pants, and I discreetly place my towel over it. I wouldn’t want to be kicked out of the pool for indecent behavior.

  The convention I’m at Squaw Creek Resort for ended today, and I decided to spend the weekend here since no one is waiting for me in San Francisco.

  The girl is facing me again, and it’s clear to me that she’s trying to get my attention. She’s not the first woman to do that. A man with my kind of money attracts all sorts of people—men and women who try to take advantage of my vast wealth.

  I still don’t know if I’m going to follow my cock and approach her, because a man in my situation can’t think with his penis. I rarely do, but she’s so tempting that I might just break all my rules with her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a monk, but I still haven’t found The One. I’m not sure she even exists.

  The waiter scurries over with my order and almost stumbles and falls into the pool while ogling her ass. In the past, I would have found the scene extremely funny, but now I want to punch him in the face. I want to tell him that only I can look at her appetizing curves.

  I’m surprised by my reaction. I haven’t even met the woman, and I’m already making a claim over her.

  The waiter deposits the tray on the table next to my sun bed. I grab my glass and take a sip of whiskey. The gold liquid burns my throat while I admire her elegant curves as she bends over and picks her sunscreen from her bag.

  The guy turns his head towards her, so distracted by her ass that he isn’t even interested in his tip. The curvy beauty is applying the sunscreen when I hear the waiter mumbling. “My God, that is a nice piece of ass,” he says, staring intently at her.

  I hate it so much that he’s staring at her that I instantly want to punch him.

  “I don’t think ogling your female clientele is part of your job description,” I tell him with a disapproving glare. “I don’t think your boss would be very happy if they knew you were talking about customers like that,” I continue, my voice ice cold.

  He pales, grabs his tip, and scurries back to the bar while mumbling an apology. I decide to approach her. My phone rings, and by the time I finish talking to my lawyer, the girl has disappeared.

  I shrug, disappointed. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. I’ve been alone for the last eight months since I broke up with Maria, a Brazilian supermodel, other than occasionally hooking up with random girls I met in nightclubs. I sense that the yellow bikini beauty is not that kind of girl. Maria wanted a diamond on her left hand, and I wasn’t ready to give it to her. I’m not sure I’ll ever find a woman worthy of proposing to.

  ***

  The same evening, while nursing a drink, I see her breeze into the bar. Her dress is the same shade of yellow as the golden bikini she had worn at the pool. Not many women can pull off wearing that color, but she looks like a fresh flower, ready to be picked and enjoyed.

  She bites her lip while scanning the room until our eyes meet. She struts her stuff toward the bar and grabs a chair on the other side of the bar facing toward my table. She has barely sat down and ordered a cocktail from the bartender when a tall, lanky guy offers to pay for her drink.

  She turns toward the guy and shakes her head, tossing aside her auburn curls and giving me an excellent view of her creamy skin because of the deep V-neck her dress has in the back.

  He’s no match for her, I determine while narrowing my eyes. He’ll bore her to death in bed. I’ll bet she’s a screamer.

  I scan the bar. There are about ten apparently single women, but none catch my attention. They’re not like her.

  I can’t take my eyes off her while she sips her drink. I’m ecstatic that she chased that guy away, but I still make no move to approach her.

  It’s stupid, I muse. After all, she’s the only woman who has captured my attention in the last month. I can at least talk to her. I can smell a gold digger a mile away, and it doesn’t look like she’s one. I stand and stroll over to her, and then I grab the chair next to her and sit down.

  “Hi, I think we’ve seen each other before, haven’t we?” I ask. She looks as if she has no idea what I’m talking about, so I add. “At the indoor pool?” Her eyes become clouded with apprehension. She seems a little cautious, but I don’t know her, so maybe she’s just nervous that a man is trying to pick her up in a bar.

  “Yes, it’s true. You were at the indoor pool,” she agrees after a moment.

  “So, can I buy you a drink?” I ask.

  She turns her face to me and licks her lips. Now that I’m close to her, it’s clear that she’s even more beautiful than from a distance. She has smooth, velvety skin, and breasts that make me want to slide my sex between them. She smells like vanilla and wildflowers, a scent that’s making me want her even more.

  “I’m Henry, by the way,
” I tell her.

  “Hi, I’m Lucy,” she says. “I can pay for my own drink, but we can talk if you want.”

  I nod. “Lucy, do you like this hotel?” I’m surprised by the platitude that comes out of my mouth, but this woman makes me a little nervous, and I completely forget how to speak coherently. She reminds me of my nerd days in high school when I had a crush on the most popular girl in school but she didn’t know I existed. Things have changed a lot since then, but this girl reminds me of how insecure I was in those days. I met and fucked my high school crush at our class reunion a few years ago, and unfortunately, she was better in my imagination. Some things are just better in your mind.

  I completely transformed my physique in college after I joined a gym. I’m under no illusion that some women are more interested in my money than in me as a person, but I hope the woman in front of me is not like that.

  We spend the evening talking and drinking cocktails, and I finally manage to relax. The conversation is a light friendly banter. The girl isn’t trying to seduce me, for a change, so I’m not sure if I’ll take her to bed tonight.

  I decide I’ll ask her out and take her on a proper date when we get back to San Francisco.

  “I’d like to tell you about my grandmother,” she says, and I frown.

  Her grandmother? That’s really a surprise, I muse.

  “You know, my grandmother was very sick in February, but now she’s feeling better,” she adds.

  Again, I frown. I’m not sure why she’s telling me this. I hope to God she doesn’t want to ask me to pay for medical treatment for her sick granny. She wouldn’t be the first to ask for such a thing, and if she did, I wouldn’t be able to say no. I’m a sucker, I know. Thank God I can afford it.

  “I’m glad to hear that,” I say, but I don’t understand why she would mention her grandmother to a guy she just met.

  “Is she okay?” I ask, trying to be polite. I don’t really care about her granny, but I don’t want to be rude.