The Assistant(134)

“Don’t make me call it off already,” I told Adrian, giving him a warning look.

“I’ll just get into another car accident,” he replied with a smirk.

“Adrian!”

He grinned and waggled his eyebrows in my direction before lifting up his uninjured wrist to usher me over. “I want another kiss. I’m hurting.” He pouted, before it turned into another smirk.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head with a small smile before walking back over to him and placing a brief kiss on his lips.

Allen laughed once I pulled away. “He’s not getting some for a while. It’s okay, Em, I can fulfil his position while he’s out of order.” He winked.

“That’s my fiancé you’re talking to,” Adrian growled, sending a death glare in Allen’s direction.

“And my best friend!” Amy scowled.

“Dude, and my little sister,” Blake commented with a grimace.

“And now my official daughter in law with big boobs.” Mason grinned, imitating Adrian’s earlier move and waggling his eyebrows at me.

“Mason!” Katherine scolded, shaking her head at him before smiling at me.

I laughed at everyone’s remarks before letting out a small contented sigh, glad to have gone for the job of Adrian’s assistant.

Epilogue

One Year Later…

“Emily, stand still!” Amy snapped, looking up at me with a menacing scowl etched into her features.

“I’m sorry? I’m not shaking on purpose,” I mumbled, looking back up at my frantic reflection before biting my lip. “Are you sure I should be getting married, Ames? I mean, we’ve only been engaged for a year-”

“And you’ve put up with each other for two years. Of course you should be getting married! I need to be a maid of honour, you and Adrian love each other very much, Mason has been droning on about how he wants to get tipsy and strip on your wedding night and your parents have been waiting for this day since you were a child! You know that this is the right choice; you’re just having pre-wedding nerves. Calm down.” She coached in a calm voice, getting out of her crouched position and pulling me into a warm, comforting hug.

“Yeah. Plus, you’re getting married to me; that’s the right choice on everybody’s list.” A new, deeper voice chuckled, making both Amy and I shriek. “You look beautiful, Shortcake. Even better than what I pictured in my head.” Adrian smirked playfully with a glint of admiration in his eyes.

“Adrian! Its bad luck to see your bride before the wedding actually starts!” I stressed, my eyes growing wide.

Adrian’s smirk dropped to a scowl. “How the hell was I supposed to know that? I’ve never been married before!” he retorted. “And who cares anyway. You shouldn’t believe in bad luck because you’re marrying me.” He stated it as if it was an obvious fact to know, and I rolled my eyes and grinned at his arrogance.

“I don’t know how you managed to fit your ego in this room but you need to leave, the ceremony starts in 10 minutes! You’re meant to be out there waiting for her to walk down the aisle!” Amy stressed, leaving my side and walking over to Adrian to push him out of the room.


“Yeah, yeah. I’ve watched enough Rom-Com’s with this one to know the procedure. I’ll look at her like she’s the only woman in the room and blah, blah, blah. That’s pretty stupid, since your whole family is practically 94% female-”

“OUT!” Amy snapped, attempting to push his large frame out the door.

“Wait! I want a kiss before I go!” Adrian begged.

Both Amy and I gave him an incredulous look. “You’re going to kiss me in like 15 minutes!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah but that’s going to be me kissing my wife. I need to kiss you now as my fiancé.” Adrian plucked Amy’s hands away from his back like they were pieces of lint before walking over to where I was standing with a smirk. “Pucker up,” he ordered while waggling his eyebrows.

Amy huffed from behind us and muttered something inaudible as I shook my head and tried to hide my grin from him. “Remind me why I agreed on marrying you again?” I asked.

“Because of this,” he stated, before wrapping the entire length of his right arm around my waist and pulling me into a deep kiss that left me breathless once he finally decided to pull away. “My wife better kiss like you just did,” he mumbled once he pulled away.

“That’s highly likely considering the fact that we’re the same person,” I mused.

“Your kiss might change once you have that ring on your finger.”

“I highly doubt it, Adrian.” I laughed.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you look? I don’t think I can look at you enough,” Adrian murmured looking down at my dress.

“Okay lovebirds, enough! Adrian, you better get your ass back to the altar or so help me God-”

“Relax, woman! She’s so touchy. Is she going through menopause?” Adrian grumbled, bringing his gaze back to meet mine.

“That’s it,” Amy snapped, growing red in the face from anger. “You’ve crossed the line there! Out!”

Adrian chuckled and pecked my nose before narrowly avoiding Amy’s fist and running out of the room in hysterics.