Hate the Player: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy(110)

“You’ve been planning this since before we came to Fiji?” Birdie questions, her gaze meeting mine.

I nod. “Sweetheart, I’ve been planning this since the day outside the hospital.”

“The day you two finally got your shit together,” Billie teases.

The rest of our family steps up to give us congratulatory hugs.

Luca, my mom and dad, Kelly and Lance, even Uncle Tim.

“Feel free to get married twice a year,” my uncle says through a chuckle. “I’m all for free trips to tropical locations.”

Jesus Christ.

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t behave, you’re going to be flying home in cargo.”

He just grins and proceeds to walk back inside our bungalow to fix himself a drink.

“All right, sweetheart,” I say to Birdie and pull her into my arms for one last hug. “Now is the time for you to go with the girls to get ready.”

“Get ready?” she questions. “I don’t have a dress or shoes or any-freaking-thing, Andrew! I can’t get married in a bikini!”

I chuckle. “Don’t you worry, firecracker. Billie is on top of it.”

Her sister chimes in to the conversation. “I have acquired a whole team of people. Dresses for you to pick from. It’s all set, sis. All you need to do is enjoy your wedding day.”

Birdie looks at me, a beautiful smile consuming her face. “This is really happening?”

“This is really happening.”

“Best day ever,” she whispers and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

I couldn’t agree more.




Birdie



Today, I married the love of my life.

It was an intimate affair with just Andrew and me and our family.

I wore a simple white silk dress Billie had picked out for me and walked down the sandy aisle in bare feet.

Andrew’s eyes filled with tears the instant he spotted me, and they stayed just like that through the entire ceremony on the beach.

I cried when he said, “I do.”

And giggled when he sealed our marriage with a hot, sexy kiss.

It was the most perfect wedding a girl could ask for.

All thanks to my amazing husband.

Once the ceremony ended, the two of us headed back to our bungalow for a little alone time before meeting our family for our reception inside the resort’s bar and restaurant that Andrew managed to rent out for the night.

I’ve been told there will be lots of food, lots of booze, delicious cake, and most likely, a drunk Uncle Tim.

The instant we step inside our home away from home for the past three weeks, Andrew pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply.

“You’re officially my wife,” he whispers against my lips.

I giggle. “And you’re my husband.”

“Damn straight,” he mutters and kisses me again. His lips are persistent and delicious and dangerously addictive. “You’re officially Birdie Watson now.”

“You know…” I lean back and stare at him with playful eyes. “I’m thinking you should be Andrew Harris.”

Amusement consumes his lips. “You want me to change my name to Andrew Harris?”

“Is that a problem?” I question, a teasing challenge.

He tilts his head to the side, thinks about it for a few seconds, then shrugs. “Nope. Not a problem at all.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, right, Andy. Like you’d really change your last name to Harris.”

Frankly, I don’t really want that. I just wanted to tease him about it.

“Sweetheart, if that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll fucking do,” he says and releases me from his embrace to pull his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching in confusion as he begins to type something out on the screen of his phone.

“Nothing.”

“Andrew, what are you doing?”

“Just doing my husbandly duty of following my vows and making all your dreams come true.”

What the heck?

I stand there for a good two minutes, trying to peek over his shoulder, but he just keeps his phone hidden from my eyes.

Eventually, though, I’m too damn curious not to see for myself.

With quick, stealthy hands, I snag the phone out of his hold and look down at the screen to find a group chat with a bunch of names attached to it. All of which include his team and mine.

His first text message to them…



Greetings from Fiji. A few updates. Weather is nice. Water is warm. Birdie looks insanely hot in a bikini. And we got married today.



I look up at him with confusion. “You didn’t tell anyone from our teams we were getting married?”

He shakes his head on a smile and, surprisingly, makes no move to get the phone back from me. “Nope.”

Oh fuck, Samantha and Candy and Neil are going to lose their shit over this.

Whoops.

“My focus was on making sure nothing leaked about my plans,” he explains. “I didn’t want fucking paparazzi hiding out on the goddamn beach when I married you. I figured the more people who knew, the more likely the news would get out. Hell, my family didn’t even tell Uncle Tim until they landed in Fiji.”

I guess that explains why Andrew was so adamant about security on this trip…