Page 9 of Anger Bang
Improv had never been her thing.
“Ugh. Dex’s brother, Kade, is the worst.” Jackie poured a third shot. “I do not understand why Dex picked him to be his best man. He’s unpleasant. Says no to everything. And thinks he can just act on his own instead of realizing this is an ensemble project, where we all have to work together seamlessly or our careers will crash and burn.”
Sothat’swho he was. She’d heard bits and pieces about the brother during the fitting this afternoon. According to Jackie and her pair of fellow actress bridesmaids, Kade was boring, always reading, hot but not hot enough to get away with being that annoying, and—worst of all—not involved in the showbiz industry at all.
“It makes complete sense that he’s the best man. They arebrothers,” Thea said, her breath catching when he turned and caught her staring.
Heat beat her cheeks as she jerked her attention to the floor littered with glittering confetti and neon-green and hot-pink tissue paper flowers that had fallen from the hastily-put-up decorations.
“Well, he’s still an asshole with an asshole name,” Jackie said, her words slurring together just the slightest bit. “I mean, his name is Kade St. James. What the hell kind of dumb name is that?”
“He didn’t name himself.” God knew she wouldn’t have picked Thea, which conjured up a whole mysterious-and-tough image that did not conform to the reality of her boring thick dark bangs, thicker glasses, and waaaaay thicker thighs.
“Well, he’s thirty-four, so he’s had plenty of time to change it. Thank God Dex has barely spoken to him since I told him yesterday how rude Kade is to me all the time. I mean, he actually complained about a beautiful destination wedding. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience in rural Wyoming here. I was all like, it’s just part of the process, buddy. Stop being selfish and deal with it.”
“And he didn’t take that well?” What a shocker.
“You wouldn’t believe it,” Jackie said, totally missing the sarcasm in Thea’s tone. “He rolled his eyes at me. Can you believe it? So. Rude. I told Dex, but he said it was too late to swap Kade out for one of his cuter and nicer friends. Then it wouldn’t be such a total embarrassment for me if one of my bridesmaids banged the best man—yes, I caught them mid fuck-me stare when we got here. Why they are even checking Kade out, I have no idea. I mean, he’s just the worst. Plus, now I’m stuck with him in all of my wedding pictures.”
“Won’t he be a part of your life forever when you’re married?” Thea turned and faced her sister, accepting the small mirror Jackie shoved into her hands to hold up for her sister before she reapplied her lipstick.
“Sure, but that doesn’t mean he has to be the best man.” Jackie smacked her lips together, added a second coat of red, and then winked at her reflection. “I mean, look at us. You’re not my maid of honor, and you’re my only sister. I wouldn’t even have had you in the bridal party at all, but the producers insisted.”
Thea stood there, her stomach twisting as humiliation burned her from the inside out.
She tried to process what in the fuck her sister had just told her, but her lungs were too tight. Her glasses must have suddenly become the wrong prescription, because things had gone blurry. And no matter how much she replayed Jackie’s statement in her head, she could not get it to make sense.
Her sister, though, didn’t notice Thea’s shock. She just took her compact mirror back and dropped it into the borrowed designer clutch she was carrying.
Then, a Prince song started playing. All of the bridesmaids squealed with excitement—no doubt because the song had part of a social media dance craze that had even made it to Thea’s dinosaur side of things. The DJ called the bride and the bridesmaids to the center of the dance floor to show their moves. And Jackie took off without a glance back at Thea.
The song was blaring over the speakers, but Thea stayed frozen to the spot, watching her sister and the other bridesmaids managing to all be half a beat off while doing the synchronized dance moves as the cameras caught every second of it.
She just kept hearing Jackie’s words over and over again in her head.
The producers insisted.
If there had been a chair anywhere near, Thea would have crumbled into it. Sure, she and Jackie had their issues, but they were sisters. That was a sacred bond—one that lasted through thick and thin, through good times and bad, through sickness and in health. But it wasn’t enough for Jackie to want Thea to be a part of one of the biggest days in her life?
Oh, that hurt. Badly. It was the kind of jagged pain that caught her off guard and hit a secret sensitive spot so vulnerable she hadn’t even known it was there.
Desperate for a way out of the reception before the shock had worn off and she did something horrible, like break into tears where the cameras could spot her, Thea’s gaze landed on Kade, the man Jackie was dead set on none of her bridesmaids fucking.
And that was the very moment when a lightbulb blazed to life. Fuck flight. She was going to channel all of this embarrassment and hurt into a fight response—and she was going to fight dirty.
She was going to have sex with the one man here that her sister hated the most.
Tonight.
Probably on top of that hideous bridesmaid dress still strewn across her bed.
And she’d maybe even let him spank her with that damn pink parasol—or better yet, maybe feisty Thea would spank him! It was going to be a glorious anger bang with a guy she’d probably rarely if ever see again after the wedding and who seemed like the kind to deliver on multiple orgasms—which she’d be able to remind her sister of for the nextforever.
She’d tell Jackie just how damn good his brother’s rough hand felt against the inside of her thighs. And the thing he’d do with his tongue? All of that, she’d tell her sister all of that every Thanksgiving in graphic detail as her sister passed the sausage-and-cornbread stuffing.
There would be details. So.Many. Details.
Remember how you said you didn’t want any of your bridesmaids to fuck Kade?
