Her Wedding

by V Vee

  “Gregory,” she said breathlessly.

  He strode towards her in a dark blue suit, his white shirt showing starkly against his tanned skin. His black hair had been smoothed back and he’d shaved his beard down and made it neat. Stacey clenched her fists to stop herself from reaching out to touch it. He looked so good. So devilishly handsome. She looked him up and down but when her gaze reached his, her heart stopped for a moment. She’d never seen Gregory look so broken.

  She walked towards him and placed her hand against his cheek, feeling tears well up in her own eyes when saw them in his. What was she doing to him? To them? To herself?

  “I know you didn’t want me to come, but I couldn’t stay away, Stace,” Gregory said as he pressed his cheek against her palm more firmly. His eyes slid closed. “I love you too much not to try and fight for you, for us, one last time.” He sighed deeply then opened his eyes to stare at her intently. “And if you say no, I want to be there, in that church, to see the very moment I lose you forever.”

  Stacey shook her head. “Gregory, no, I didn’t mean—”

  She stopped when Gregor pressed a finger against her lips with a nod. “Yes. Because the truth of the matter is, if you marry Tommy? I have to say goodbye. To you. To our company. To all of it.”

  Stacey swallowed back a sob at his words. She knew he was right but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. She lifted up onto her toes and pressed her lips against his. Even in her heels he was still taller than her.

  She swallowed his moan and replaced it with one of her own. If this was it… If this was their last moment together… If she had to say goodbye to him? The man who owned her heart? Then she was going to make it count.

  Gregory pushed her against the wall, pressing his erection against her wet heat and leaned down until his lips were only an inch away from hers.

  “Don’t deny what we have. What I gave you. The real emotion here. If you do this, you will ruin both of our lives.”

  Stacey couldn’t respond. Her heart pounded in her chest. He was right. She knew that. Her entire family had said as much to her. But how could she do it? How could she break a promise to Tommy? He was such a good man. He was honest and faithful to her, while she’d been lying and cheating on him from the moment she’d agreed to their first date.

  A harsh knock on the door startled her and she covered her mouth before stammering out a response.

  “Y-yeah?”

  “Stacey? Do you still plan on going through with this wedding? Because Tommy’s getting a little nervous,” Trisha asked sounding amused.

  Stacey looked at Gregory. Her best friend. The one man she’d wanted forever. The man who was currently seducing her while she was dressed in her wedding gown about to marry another man. Could she? Would she?

  “Trisha? Can you tell them that I...”

  She looked back at Gregory, who stood before her in his suit, his erection pressing against his zipper, panting from the passion that always flared up between them. His eyes dark with emotion. With longing. With lust.

  With love.

  She knew what she had to do. She just hoped that he would forgive her for it.

  “Tell them that I’m on my way,” she said, pleading with Gregory wordlessly to hold true to his word and to come into the church sanctuary to watch the ceremony.

  “Really?” Trisha and Gregory asked simultaneously.

  Stacey nodded. “Yes.”

  With a final look at Gregory, Stacey turned and headed to the door of the suite.

  Leaving Gregory and her bridal bouquet behind.

  ****

  Gregory

  He couldn’t believe she was going through with it. Couldn’t believe that she’d rejected him… again and was still planning on marrying Tommy. He snatched up her bouquet and stormed over to the door Stacey had just left out through. He didn’t know if he was going to leave it with someone at the door, keep it with him when he left the church without staying for the ceremony or…

  Gregory sighed heavily and turned to the doors of the church which currently stood open as Stacey walked through. He stared at her back, willing her to turn around but she kept her gaze straightforward as she walked up to the flower archway at the altar. Where Tommy waited for her in a black tuxedo.

  “I can’t believe she’s actually going to do it,” a voice said, and Gregory turned to look at Francois Marseille, one of their employees at the firm.

  Gregory hadn’t seen Francois since before he’d left for England over six months ago. Then when he’d returned, he’d been told that Francois was on an assignment that had gone sideways and he needed to be pulled, redirected, and possibly hidden. For him to be there now must have meant that things had turned out okay, or at the very least, settled down.

  Gregory sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” He gave his friend and coworker a small smile. “Want to go in with me and watch the shit show that’s going to destroy my heart?”

  Francois grimaced. “You’re not making that sound the least bit appealing, mon ami.” Gregory simply shrugged and Francois chuckled. “Oui, just give me a minute, yes? I must wait on ma nouvelle mariée.”

  Gregory frowned and shook his head, but before he could ask, an impossibly beautiful ebony skinned woman stepped out of the women’s bathroom and headed right into Francois’s awaiting embrace. She was petite, her body shaped like a coke bottle, full heavy breasts, a thin waist, wide hips and a big, round ass. Her eyes were grey, and her hair fell like a black curtain around her face and down to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a light pink cocktail dress, with extremely high heels. She smiled shyly at Gregory, but he could see the fear that haunted her eyes.

  He could also see the love that burned brightly between the two of them.

  Gregory gestured to them with a wave of his hand and a small smile. “Who’s this?”

  “My name is Fawzia. Fawzia Marseille,” she let out a soft laugh and Gregory was enchanted. “I am married to Francois.”

  Gregory wanted to ask more questions but the sound of the wedding officially starting caught his attention. He couldn’t believe he was here. That this was happening.

  That he wouldn’t be spending the rest of his life with Stacey.

  “Come, mon ami,” Francois stated. “We go. We watch. You are heartbroken. Then I take you to bar and get you the American wasted, oui?”

  Gregory nodded. “Yes. Oui.”

  Patting his friend on the back, Gregory led them into the sanctuary. He stood against the back wall. He wouldn’t be staying all the way through. He would just stay up until he heard Stacey say “I Do” to that prick, Tommy, and then he would be leaving.

  However, as he stood at the back of the church, he noticed something interesting. Both Stacey and Tommy were glancing around the building as if they were looking for someone, not at each other. Gregory shivered when he felt Stacey’s gaze land on him. Her dark brown eyes screamed at him to wait. To be patient.

  To keep loving her.

  He could see the emotion in her eyes. See what he hadn’t been able to see before. That she loved him. That she didn’t want to marry Tommy but her sense of honor, of keeping her word had pushed her to at least go through with the ceremony, even if to just help Tommy save face. To keep his reputation. But she needn’t have bothered because…

  “Do you, Tommy Raleigh, take Stacey Jacobs to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? From this day forward? In sickness and in health? Until death do you part?”

  Tommy smiled sadly at Stacey and shook his head causing the entire room to gasp.

  “I can’t. I’m sorry, Stacey. I love someone else,” he told her.

  Stacey laughed joyfully and hugged Tommy quickly before taking his hands and looking back at Gregory. “It’s okay, Tommy. If you hadn’t done it, I was going to. Because I’m in love with someone else too. He’s the only man I’ve ever loved and ever will love.” Gregory’s heart pounded in his chest and he pushed away from t
he wall and hurried up the aisle.

  Seeing Gregory coming towards her, Stacey ran towards him. Gregory was only distantly aware of Tommy wrapping his arms around his assistant. His gaze was on Stacey and Stacey alone. He lifted her into his arms, swinging her around before taking her lips in a deeply passionate kiss.

  “Took you long enough,” he told her breathlessly when he lifted his head.

  Stacey laughed. “I have to keep you on your toes,” she said with a wink.

  “So, does that mean that no one is getting married today?” the pastor asked, his eyebrows knit in confusion.

  Gregory shrugged. “Whaddya say? Want to get hitched?”

  Stacey’s eyes lit with excitement.

  ****

  “Do you?”

  “I do.”

  “And do you?”

  “I do.”

  “By the powers vested in me by the Lord above and the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

  Three Months Later

  Gregory looked up when Stacey held out a white, plastic tube.

  A pregnancy test?

  He glanced up at her without even looking at the results.

  “Stace?” he asked, his heart racing with excitement.

  She jerked her head at the test and grinned at him. “Look at the test, Greg,” she commanded.

  He returned his focus to the test and gasped at the clear digital readout.

  Pregnant.

  A lump rose in his throat at the idea that the woman he loved more than life was pregnant with his child. Without another word he rose quickly from his seat and gathered Stacey into his arms.

  “Oh god, baby,” he whispered brokenly. “I didn’t think you could make me happier than you have right now.”

  “Really?” Stacey’s uncertainty reached him, and Gregory leaned back and looked her in her eyes deeply.

  “Absolutely,” he reassured her. “I’ve always hoped to have a baby with you one day. More than one actually. I want a house full of children with you.” A thought occurred to him and grinned down at her.

  “You have to marry me now,” he told her with a waggle of his eyebrows.

  Stacey laughed happily and Gregory felt his heart swell with pride that he had the ability to make her happy. It had always been his one goal in life, ever since they were kids. And now that they were together, living in a new apartment, with a baby on the way, he would be able to do that. He would be able to do it more if she would just accept his proposal.

  After the disastrous wedding from hell—at least that’s what Stacey’s father had called it—when Tommy declared his love for Fiona at the same time Stacey declared her love for Gregory, Stacey had been hesitant about being with him. In spite of what she’d said at the time. She’d wanted them to date, to be together as more than just friends, before they even considered marriage.

  It only took one month before Gregory had convinced her to move in with him. And only another month before they’d gotten rid of the condoms… that they never used. And now, three months after almost marrying another man—the wrong man for her—Stacey was pregnant with his baby.

  Gregory was so happy that, had he been given to weeping, he’d be bawling as he pressed the side of his face against her stomach.

  “Yes,” Stacey whispered, and Gregory stared at her in confusion.

  “Yes, what?” he asked.

  She giggled and shook her head at him. “Yes, I will marry you.”

  Gregory’s mouth dropped open for just a moment before he released a whoop of excitement and lifted her into his arms. He swung her around in a circle, then slowly let her slide down his body until her feet rested on the floor once again. He took her lips in a deeply passionate kiss. He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek as he stared down into her dark brown eyes.

  “You’re going to marry me? Be mine forever?”

  Stacey nodded and pressed her face into his chest. She shrugged. “Well, I figured I might as well, I am having your babies after all.”

  Gregory nodded, then stilled.

  “Babies?” he whispered.

  Stacey looked up at him with a soft smile on her face. “Yeah. I took a test here at home, then went to the doctor to confirm. I’m about three months along, and the doctor says that there are two babies in there.” She placed a hand on her belly.

  Gregory’s eyes watered and he shook his head. “Three months? Twins?”

  Stacey took his hand and placed it on her stomach. “I got pregnant the first time we had sex, Greg. I was always meant to be yours and these babies are the proof.”

  Gregory nodded and lowered his head until his forehead rested against hers.

  “I love you, Stace.”

  She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Gregory.”

  Then he kissed her, and it was a kiss full of hope, full of promises spoken and unspoken. Full of desire.

  Full of love.

  Just as the rest of their lives would be.

  The End

  *Read all about Francois and Fawzia’s love story in the sequel to Her Wedding: Their Marriage, book 2 in the Wedding Crashing series.

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