His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Chapter Seven Ellie

The ceremony was taking place in Meredith’s enormous backyard. She and Josef bought a house out on Long Island close to the others a few weeks ago.

It was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect for an outdoor ceremony.

Four days had passed since he’d whisked me and Sammy away to his condo, and I’d barely seen him except to sign papers, or when he joined us for meals, and to tuck Sammy in at night.

Eating together should have felt strange at first, but he made it seem so normal.

When I made a simple spaghetti dinner the first night at his place, I wasn’t expecting Andres to join us.

But he had.

He sat right down and dug in, complimenting my homemade sauce, and asking for seconds. Sammy was delighted with his company. Not shy at all.

I’d been too stunned to protest when he stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and insisted on putting away the leftovers himself.

My soon-to-be husband was one surprise after another.

I’d been on edge, waiting for the next shoe to drop. But Andres hadn’t asked me to change my habits or behave in a certain way.

He’d simply sent me these gowns with a note saying he couldn’t wait to see what I chose.

The labels read Van Wong, and I recognized the couture designer as being from New York.

It was sorta wild. Crazy even.

But it felt right, so I went with it. The gown I chose was an absolute dream. The sleeves were made out of tight, sheer lace and came down to a V on the top part of my hand.

The neckline was also a deep V, and there were clingy little cups sewed inside to lift my average-sized boobs, making the most of my cleavage.

It was so soft and flowy, the skirt fell from my cinched waist in a dozen sheer back layers, one on top of the other, swishing around my calves and making me feel like I was walking through fluffy silk clouds.

I looked good. And I felt sexy.

I was just nervous as fuck.

Who wouldn’t be in my shoes?

“Guys? Ten minutes,” Destiny sang out, barreling into the bedroom.

“EEEEEEEEK! You look so good! Andres is going to shit himself!” she squealed with glee.

“Oh my God! I hope not,” Meredith snickered.

“It’s an expression,” Des replied, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, a gross one.”

“Okay, that’s enough. It is my wedding day and I say be kind to one another, ladies,” I said, ever the diplomat.

Sofia walked in next, and her smile matched the others when she looked at me in my dress. I turned to face her, nervously touching the cream-colored Gerbera daisy pinned in my hair along with some greenery instead of a veil.

“Oh, Ellie, you look amazing.”

She handed me the matching bouquet, and grinned. I faced the women. All three of them were dressed in beautiful, simple, tea length dresses.

They were ivory silk with matching belts made of silver, blue, and pink, and black ribbons tied around their waists. Those ribbons were a theme in the decorations as well.

I just loved them.

Their bouquets matched mine. Cream colored Gerbera daisies and a wealth of greenery with the same silver, blue, pink, and black ribbons trailing from them.

Oh, and the best part, everything was sprayed with glitter. Tons of it. And I had to admit I loved that, too.

“Are you ready?” Sof asked, and I looked at each woman, one by one.

Sof, Des, and Mer were the real wives of wolves. These women were fiercely loved and protected by their men.

They knew the deal with me and Andres. They knew I’d asked him to marry me to help protect my son.

I didn’t count as one of them. But looking at them, I felt this longing in my soul. This horrible hope that maybe, just maybe, I could be.

I swallowed.

“We, um, we got you a little something, Ellie,” Meredith said, stepping away from the others, her hand outstretched.

I looked down at the tiny box and frowned, opening it.

“Oh wow,” I said.

Inside was a gold locket on a thin chain. There was a moon and a howling wolf carved on it with intricately woven vines and flowers. When I opened it, I almost cried. Inside was a picture of Sammy, his face turned up in a bright smile, and on the other side, was me and Andres.

I don’t know where they found that picture, but I recognized the shirt as the one I had on. It was the one I wore at that same Sourdough Sunday lunch when Andres took me home.

The day I, well, the day I jumped him.

I closed the locket and traced the wolf carved on the outside.

“Here, let me put it on you,” Meredith said, and I turned around and allowed her to place the chain around my neck.

Was Andres a wolf?

Was he like the others? Like those big, possessive alpha men who were totally obsessed with their wives?

I’d only heard whispers about their husbands.

The things they were capable of. The things they’d done to protect their women, and I wondered.

Hell.

I had no idea if Andres was a wolf or not. But he wasn’t obsessed with me.

Why would he be?

I shook my head. I was being silly. We weren’t getting married for the usual reasons.

Andres was simply a good man. He was just doing me a kindness. Probably more for Sammy’s sake than mine.

He stepped up to help when I asked, and he was offering protection to me and Sammy.

After the wedding, I would find out what he really wanted in return.

I mean, we talked about some things. Like the fact we were both open to a real marriage. As in, sex was something we both wanted.

Oh God. Sex with my almost husband.

My body had no problem remembering what it was like the one and only time we’d had sex. And yeah, if the moisture between my thighs was anything to go by, my body was more than willing to do it again.

And again.

Shit. Stop. Think of anything else.

I needed to concentrate on the positives of having him for a husband.

Andres was kind.

He was patient.

Brilliant.

Protective.

And there is also the little fact he fucked like a god.

Fuck. I shouldn’t have even bothered with underwear.