“Bradford, get the fuck up right now.”
“Not until you answer me.” He locked his jaw, acting like I was the one making this encounter difficult.
“Would you like to do the honor of answering him, or can I have the pleasure, Trouble?”
Easton’s voice enveloped me. I closed my eyes, hoping I wasn’t dreaming, as his hot body pressed against my back and his cologne, spicy, dark, and him, tickled my nostrils. I was weak because I leaned, back letting him hold me.
Fuck, I missed him.
A tug at my hand had me opening my eyes. I let out a short laugh. I’d forgotten Bradford was even there.
“I’m still mad at you so I think I’ll do the honors,” I said, not turning around, even though I wanted to with all my fractured heart.
He kissed the side of my neck. “As the lady wishes.”
He kissed my neck again and I shivered.
“Why the fuck are you kissing my fiancée?” Bradford asked, finally getting up off the floor.
“I’m kissing her because she isn’t in fact your fiancée. She’s mine. And I think this piece of shit is yours.” Easton tossed the ring he took off my finger all those months ago.
I shot him a look, once again forgetting about Bradford. “I haven’t talked to you in a week and now I’m your fiancée?”
Bradford shoved the ring in his pocket, his face bright red with fury.
“Rach,” Bradford whined.
We ignored him.
My neck was turned since my body was still plastered against his. “Well, I figured after sufficient groveling I would wear you down. You must realize your soon-to-be fiancé isn’t the smartest man, as my mom’s voicemails keep reminding me. Trouble, you’ll have to help me navigate this world, I’m too simple to do it without you.”
“How much groveling are we talking? A whole week, Easton. My heart was shattered for a whole week.”
“Trouble, I’m a fucking idiot. Forgive me and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Bradford, who once again I’d forgotten existed, decided to speak. “You need to get your hands off my fiancée. Her parents told me all about how you treated her. Although, they never mentioned you were stupid.”
Easton and I both glanced at Bradford. He was seriously confused, and we both burst out laughing.
“Bradford, leave and never come back. You were right, I wasn’t exciting enough for you. Well, I found my excitement.”
Easton smirked down at me. “Your exciting fiancé?”
“Groveling, lots and lots of groveling,” I answered, and tacked on, “with ice cream, a hot bath, foot rubs, and orgasms.”
“You don’t drive a hard enough bargain. I’m going to have to teach you how to negotiate,” Easton whispered into my ear.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to learning.”
“Rachel, what are you doing? You’re mine. We’ve been together since college, you can’t throw me away for someone you’ve just met.”
“She can. And she will.” Easton laced his fingers through mine, pulling me away. “Leave, Bradford, before I get you arrested. And if you ever go near my fiancée again, I will not play nice.”
“Rachel, what are you doing?” my mom asked, cutting through the still oblivious crowd.
“Bradford called us and told us how sorry he was. We told him you would listen to him. Don’t be stupid and throw it away for him.” My dad gestured to Easton.
“Excuse me, that’s my son and future daughter-in-law you’re talking to.”