I took a look at myself in the mirror, Luke and I were supposed to be attending a wedding reception tonight, not anyone's but Frank's.
Yeah, that Frank.
Luke is having a field day about it,
"And, you're sure taking your time."
I don't respond to that,
"Frank is one lucky bastard."
"You're an asshole."
He laughed moving closer to me, as I continued to get ready, he looked dashing in his black tuxedo.
"I don't see why I have to go." He said.
"We were invited, that's why."
"I'm starting to see why."
I rolled my eyes at him and continued applying my makeup.
He placed his hands in his pocket, staring at me, eye-fucking me his the right word, and shamelessly I found myself turned on by it,
"You are one beautiful woman, Mrs. Hampton., " he murmurs staring at me.
"Sawer." I corrected him.
"Always a Hampton." One second his hands were tucked in his pocket and the next they were gripping my waist, I took one look at him and I already knew what he was thinking.
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"Luke, no, we're running late."
"I really don't care." He murmured, and starts to kiss upon me slowly.
"I-I.." I stifled a moan.
I try not to fight anymore, it's not like any of us want to attend anyway.
We arrived at the reception an hour late, thanks to Luke and his appeal. The reception was a small gathering between families,
I was surprised they invited us, we are not even family, more or less friends.
Frank grinned as he excused himself from his guests to welcome us.
"I didn't think you would come."
"Me neither." Luke snickered and I smacked him a little.
"And, Jane, gorgeous as always. "He pulled me into a hug, one Luke would most definitely misinterpret. "Thanks for coming."
