If Only: Stepbrother Age Gap Romance by Namdhari Charlene

Author:Namdhari, Charlene [Namdhari, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Charlene Namdhari
Published: 2022-10-22T00:00:00+00:00

26. Under The Influence – Chris Brown

S kye – 18 years; Shay 30 years

A week later, I glanced out the church door. People milled around. Chatting, laughing, smiling, all blissfully caught up in their own lives. This was supposed to be a happy occasion, right? My emotions, however, were anything but. I’d win an Oscar, Emmy and Tony all rolled into one for pulling off the biggest façade of my life. No one would’ve even suspected the rolling chaos beneath my fake smile, petite laugh and squared shoulders. For every tear I was internally shedding, I’d take two deep breaths, hoping they’d keep me upright. So far, I was doing well yet consciously afraid that once Shay and Ryleigh stepped up to that altar, I’d crumbled or worse, throw a tantrum like I was seven again, begging him to stop, to rethink his decision, to marry me instead.

You’re going to hell for your disgusting desires, girl. Wait, I am there.

“Skye!”

I spun around sharply, panicking that someone cottoned on to what was going on behind my fake smile.

Dad was hurrying down the passage that led to the dressing rooms, shaking his head. “He needs you.”

I frowned. “Shay?” He nodded. “Crap, Dad, he’s marrying in,” I glanced at my watch, “About fifty odd minutes,” I hedged, not wanting to see him. There was no telling what I was likely to do if I did.

“Please, Angel. Go to him,” Dad urged, his face a mask of concern. “You’re the only one who can calm him down.”

“Good thing the bride is not here yet or we’d have two panic attacks on our hands.” I rolled my eyes turning to walk away. Dad laughed. “I told him he was crazy to marry,” I blurted before my brain to mouth filter kicked in.

“Maybe this time he’ll listen?” Dad’s soft words pierced my grumbling, freezing me on the spot. I glanced at him over my shoulder, but he winked and walked off before I could say anything.

When I reached the room Shay was using, I knocked and waited. A few seconds passed with no response. Turning the knob, I inched the door open and peeked inside. “Shay?” No answer. I entered the room and glanced around. “Runaway groom, how nice.” I grinned, aware I was being way too optimistic. My gaze shifted to the first of the two doors on my left. Nearing it, I knocked then turned the knob on my next knock. “Shay?” I opened the door. An empty bathroom met my frown. Closing it, I tried the knob on the second one without bothering to knock. It opened inward into a smaller replica of the main church. Probably used for intimate family gatherings.

I stepped further into the semi-dark room lit only by candles up front and paused. With his hands clenched at his sides, his black shirt tails hanging out of his pants, Shay stood staring at Christ on a cross up on the wall.

“Shay,” I called out softly.

He turned and the look on his face mesmerized my already palpitating heart.

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