looked her way, instead grabbing another
towel and patting it against his damp dark hair as he stood in front of the
long his and hers vanity. Meeting his eyes in the reflection of the mirror
when he finally looked up, she narrowed her gaze.
“Your hearing
is just fine, babe. I know you heard me earlier. You already know what
I’ve done,” Devil returned with a lazy grin.
You cannot
scratch your husband’s eyes out. You cannot rip your husband’s dick off, she
kept reminding herself as she met his eyes when he turned to face her. You
love his eyes. You adore his dick, she reminded herself as her fingers curled
into fists at her side.
“Devil, I’m
tryin’ real hard not to lunge across this room and cause you irreparable harm,
honey, but it’s gettin’ harder and harder.”
“So’s my
dick, but you don’t seem to care about that at the moment,” he muttered aloud
as he hung the towel he’d been using on his hair around his neck and held on to
either end of it with a white knuckled grip.
“Darlin’, if
you ever care to have me on my knees again, you’ll tell me this is all one big
cosmic joke and you did NOT invite those horrid people here to see us. Really,
Devil….what the hell were you thinking?” she asked, shaking her head.
Honestly she wasn’t sure if her husband had lost his patience or his mind.
Either way, his so-called plan had disaster written all over it.
And when
Armando found out?
Let’s just
say that the burning of Atlanta would look like a mere redecorating project
compared to how Mannie would tear up the town once he found out what Devil had
done. Thank God he’d been out with Vivian and Sami when Devil and Grant had
brought Nick by earlier. At least now she’d either have time to undo what
Devil had done or at the very least prepare her poor Mannie for what was
coming.
Today had
been horrible for him…hell, for all of them really. Because watching their
normally happy, joy filled friend unravel had to be one of the hardest things
Molly had ever witnessed. And she knew that Vivian and Sami felt the same
way. Not even her mother, Anne, or Devil’s Nana had been able to comfort
Armando. They’d tried, but the brokenhearted man had only brightened – albeit
briefly – when Nana had threatened to beat Nick to death with her trusty wooden
spoon for the misery he’d brought Mannie. Molly hadn’t been surprised in the
least; her entire family saw Armando Savage as one of their own since
practically the day they’d met him.
When Mannie
had finally awakened this morning somewhere around eleven, he’d been
disoriented and hung over. Overindulging in Devil’s bottle of Crown Royale the
previous night and a hard, deep sleep had combined to dull her friend’s senses
for a few moments just as he’d risen. It had been heartbreaking to watch
Mannie remember all the events that had brought him to Molly and Devil’s home
in the middle of the night. At first, there’d been tears and curses as
Mannie’s memory had sharpened, becoming clearer with the aid of a strong cup of
Nana Delancy’s coffee. Then ice cold anger had set in, morphing Armando from a
sweet, heart sore gay man into a fire-breathing Groomzilla intent on
terrorizing the villagers of Atlanta, Georgia.
Yeah, he’d
been determined to cancel as many wedding arrangements as he could. It had
taken the combined efforts of her, Sami, Viv, Grant’s wife, Karen, Molly’s mom,
AND Nana to stop Mannie from singlehandedly annihilating every painstaking
wedding plan Molly had made over the last few months. Thank God Sami had been
carrying around that bottle of unused valium in her purse. They’d crushed two
of those bad boys and mixed it with Mannie’s mimosa before he even realized what
was happening. Thankfully, he’d spent the better part of the afternoon
napping.
When he woke
up, Vivian had insisted on treating him to dinner and a movie so that Molly
could spend some
towel and patting it against his damp dark hair as he stood in front of the
long his and hers vanity. Meeting his eyes in the reflection of the mirror
when he finally looked up, she narrowed her gaze.
“Your hearing
is just fine, babe. I know you heard me earlier. You already know what
I’ve done,” Devil returned with a lazy grin.
You cannot
scratch your husband’s eyes out. You cannot rip your husband’s dick off, she
kept reminding herself as she met his eyes when he turned to face her. You
love his eyes. You adore his dick, she reminded herself as her fingers curled
into fists at her side.
“Devil, I’m
tryin’ real hard not to lunge across this room and cause you irreparable harm,
honey, but it’s gettin’ harder and harder.”
“So’s my
dick, but you don’t seem to care about that at the moment,” he muttered aloud
as he hung the towel he’d been using on his hair around his neck and held on to
either end of it with a white knuckled grip.
“Darlin’, if
you ever care to have me on my knees again, you’ll tell me this is all one big
cosmic joke and you did NOT invite those horrid people here to see us. Really,
Devil….what the hell were you thinking?” she asked, shaking her head.
Honestly she wasn’t sure if her husband had lost his patience or his mind.
Either way, his so-called plan had disaster written all over it.
And when
Armando found out?
Let’s just
say that the burning of Atlanta would look like a mere redecorating project
compared to how Mannie would tear up the town once he found out what Devil had
done. Thank God he’d been out with Vivian and Sami when Devil and Grant had
brought Nick by earlier. At least now she’d either have time to undo what
Devil had done or at the very least prepare her poor Mannie for what was
coming.
Today had
been horrible for him…hell, for all of them really. Because watching their
normally happy, joy filled friend unravel had to be one of the hardest things
Molly had ever witnessed. And she knew that Vivian and Sami felt the same
way. Not even her mother, Anne, or Devil’s Nana had been able to comfort
Armando. They’d tried, but the brokenhearted man had only brightened – albeit
briefly – when Nana had threatened to beat Nick to death with her trusty wooden
spoon for the misery he’d brought Mannie. Molly hadn’t been surprised in the
least; her entire family saw Armando Savage as one of their own since
practically the day they’d met him.
When Mannie
had finally awakened this morning somewhere around eleven, he’d been
disoriented and hung over. Overindulging in Devil’s bottle of Crown Royale the
previous night and a hard, deep sleep had combined to dull her friend’s senses
for a few moments just as he’d risen. It had been heartbreaking to watch
Mannie remember all the events that had brought him to Molly and Devil’s home
in the middle of the night. At first, there’d been tears and curses as
Mannie’s memory had sharpened, becoming clearer with the aid of a strong cup of
Nana Delancy’s coffee. Then ice cold anger had set in, morphing Armando from a
sweet, heart sore gay man into a fire-breathing Groomzilla intent on
terrorizing the villagers of Atlanta, Georgia.
Yeah, he’d
been determined to cancel as many wedding arrangements as he could. It had
taken the combined efforts of her, Sami, Viv, Grant’s wife, Karen, Molly’s mom,
AND Nana to stop Mannie from singlehandedly annihilating every painstaking
wedding plan Molly had made over the last few months. Thank God Sami had been
carrying around that bottle of unused valium in her purse. They’d crushed two
of those bad boys and mixed it with Mannie’s mimosa before he even realized what
was happening. Thankfully, he’d spent the better part of the afternoon
napping.
When he woke
up, Vivian had insisted on treating him to dinner and a movie so that Molly
could spend some
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