Chapter 143 The lady in red

• Jesus. I would be lying if I said all of this was not so fucking unpleasant for me. He was happy, happier than I have ever seen him from all the years growing up together and shit. He believed he was the luckiest man in the world… but he was not. Hell no. His bride did not even love him, she cheated on him multiple times with his own brother and groomsman -me- and she was ready to call off the wedding just a week ago when she claimed to be in love with me.
• Which was a claim that I strongly believe was just triggered by confusion, unbalanced emotions and lust. I have seen it in a lot of women who thought they loved me. They really didn’t. And Leilani is one of them.
• Although, this time, it was really difficult to keep her out of my fucking mind when all I could think of was that day in that fucking gym when she told me she was in love with me through tears in those pretty honey eyes and in a small, tempting yellow dress. God. Fuck. But I was not going to fucking touch her again no matter how much I want to. I failed the last time and caved in to my wild lust, but never again.