What’s worse than planning your wedding?

Glad you asked.

Planning your parent’s wedding.

Cue eye roll.

The icing on the cake, no pun intended, is who I have to plan the wedding with.

My soon-to-be stepmother’s daughter.

Shoot me.

She thinks I’m a piece of work?

The girl needs to look in a mirror.

Even if her reflection is spectacular. And sexy.

And none of my business to admire.

I couldn’t care less about seating charts, center pieces, or floral arrangements.

I hate myself for knowing what half these things are.

But this girl?

She’s making the work tolerable.

Okay. Fine.

Maybe I’m enjoying it.

But she’s off limits.

Forbidden.

We need to keep it professional, but that’s the last thing I want.

I want her.

The work I’m doing for the wedding isn’t just for our parents.

It’s all for love.

Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston