Page 12 of Sweet Surrender
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ALEX
TWO WEEKS LATER
Iwas getting worked up again over another wedding. My headaches had been on ten when I was planning Issachar and Princess’s wedding, but they were at a twelve now because of my brother’s wedding and my mother’s intervention.
My mother had so much to say about my brother’s damn wedding that I had to ask who was getting married. She was more hands-on than the bride’s mother was, but that was because the bride’s mother wasn’t into the details. That was right up Mama’s alley, though, because she didn’t mind taking over, and Tyra didn’t mind, because she wasn’t into all the pomp and circumstance either, but my mother was, and so was my brother.
I loved my brother Jonathan, who we affectionately called Jon-Jon, but he was always trying to please my mother. He was a mama’s boy, and I was a daddy’s girl, which often kept us at odds. My parents, despite the way they showed their affection to their offspring, loved each other like crazy.
“Why are you sitting there looking so grumpy, Alex?” Jon-Jon asked.
“Because this is the third time that you’ve come in to make a change, and your wedding is in less than two weeks,” I complained.
Wynter King, the owner of the shop Wood’s Men, where we were shopping, smiled and winked at me. “They say the brides aren’t the only ones who get nervous, so do the men. I’ve had this shop for years now, and I can promise you that’s true. We have some groomzillas coming in here too,” she teased and squeezed my brother’s shoulder. “It’s fine though. How about this one?” she asked, holding up another custom suit.
I watched as my brother tilted his head sideways and finger combed his beard.
“Boy, if you don’t take that damn tuxedo for your men and keep it pushing, I’m gonna knock some sense into you,” I threatened.
Wynter giggled while the bell chimed over the door, announcing another customer. “You all figure this out. Take your time, and I’ll be back,” Wynter promised, switching her ample hips away from us.
“Jonathan Sheridan, if you don’t pick out a tux one final time and get this show on the road, there won’t be a wedding,” I warned, waving a finger at him.
“Yeah, man. This is crazy. I was fine with the first one we picked out,” Todd, a groomsman, stated.
“Me too.” Our cousin Troy chimed in.
After another couple of groomsmen added their opinions, my brother finally made up his mind.
“Did you gentlemen make a decision yet?” Wynter asked, returning five minutes later.
“Okay, I’m good with the first one.”
She smirked and winked at me. “Okay, then we don’t need to redo anything. We’ll finish the last-minute tailoring requests, and you all should be good to go, Jonathan. I’ll just review them with you all one last time,” Wynter explained.
“Thank you, Mrs. King,” Jonathan stated.
“It’s no problem.”
“Well, I’ll leave you gentlemen to it. I just needed to make sure the attire was not changed and everything flowed with the color scheme. See you later,” I stated, kissing my big brother on the cheek.
“See you later. Oh, and don’t forget that Mama wants to meet with you about?—”
“I know, I know. The seating arrangement,” I replied with a groan and slipped out of the area they were in.
I ran dead smack into Judah and almost toppled over. He grabbed me by the shoulders and laughed. “Be careful and watch where you’re going, beautiful.”
“Sorry about that. I’m trying to run away from my brother before he can think of one more thing for me to do for this wedding. You would swear that he’s the bride,” I complained.
Judah laughed again, and it hit me deep down low. We had spent a beautiful weekend with him creeping in and out of my suite during his brother’s wedding weekend. That man had sexed me so thoroughly, I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down.
I hadn’t realized that I was so verbal during sex, nor had I known that I had the capacity to cry. He had my toes curling, my throat raw, and tears leaking from my eyes like I was a leaky faucet all weekend long.
“My brother was a little like that during his wedding too. I’m sure you can recall, but that was because of who he was with.”
“Please don’t remind me.” I groaned. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”
