Haunted(20)

“Beth…it was not your fault. He did it to hurt me. So if we have to lay blame, it’s on me. Okay?”

“No, let’s agree to lay blame where it belongs, on him. Can we agree to that?”

“Of course.” He leaned in and grabbed my face. He kissed me softly. “You know, with your depression, it probably wouldn’t hurt if we both go to therapy to deal with the kidnapping. I know I still have nightmares about what Tate and Jason did to you. I know you must have them too,” he whispered.

“I think that would be a good idea,” I admitted.

“Good, we will look for a psychiatrist after the wedding.” He smiled.

“About Phantom, I can’t let you quit.” I had to make him agree to this.

“I talked to Berg about some options with the band. We will go over everything and pick which one works best for both of us. But I promise you this: you and Joey will come before Phantom always! I mean that.”

I looked into his eyes and I almost started to cry. This was my dream come true; he was my dream come true. He could see I was going to start crying so he kissed me.

“Now! Wedding! We need to get married.” He smiled.

“You’re in such a hurry. You would think you had already knocked me up or something.” I smiled back at him.

“I want to practice on knocking you up, so we need to get hitched. Do you want to go to a chapel? Bring Joey? I will not have sex with you until we’re married. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“Really?” I leaned in and kissed him.

He pulled me flush against him and I felt him hard in his jeans. I started dry humping his lap as though I was a fifteen year old. His hand went to the back of my head to hold me in place so he could kiss me harder.

His phone rang, but he ignored it. I, on the other hand, was feeling playful so I pulled his phone out of his back pocket. The screen flashed Berg, and there was a picture of Berg, looking as though he was trapped in the phone. Neat. I pulled away and held the phone to his face. Roman was breathing heavily. He gave me a scolding look and answered his phone.

He hit the speaker button. “Hello?”

“Did you get the girl?”

I grinned, thinking they had talked about me.

“Yup, I got the girl. Girl, say hi to my best friend, Berg.”

“Hi, Berg,” I said into the speaker.

“Hi, girl.” Berg laughed. “You took pity on my buddy and took him back, huh?”

“I would be a fool not to, ya know?”

“Oh my God, she is so southern. You didn’t tell me that. It’s cute.”

My hand flew to my mouth in embarrassment.

“She’s from Tennessee. What did you expect, a Russian accent?” Roman pulled my hand from my mouth and kissed each finger. “What do you want, butt wipe? You just embarrassed my girl. Her face turned all pink and everything. I need to go so I can console her.”

I giggled as his hand ran over my butt.

“I just wanted to make sure you got your happy ending, bud.”

I thought that was so sweet. Men were cute about their bromances. All of a sudden, I felt an overwhelming urge to include Berg. From everything Roman told me, Berg was his family, his only family.

“We’re getting married. You want to come?” I called out to the phone.

“You are?” He paused for a moment. “When and where?”

“Not sure yet, but we’ll text you with the information,” I said.

“I’m still in New York. Call me with the scoop.” He hung up.

“So how are we going to do this?” Roman looked at me confused. “I don’t want to put off us getting married. I want to do it as soon as possible.”

“Watch and learn.” I took his phone and scrolled for Phoebe’s number. She’d told me he had it.

“Hello?” Phoebe asked.

“It’s Beth.”

“Whose number is this?”

“It’s Roman’s phone.”

“Shut the front door.”

I laughed at her. “Guess what I’m doing?”

“You mean besides a sweaty rock star in your bed right now?”

“I’m getting married.”

“No f*cking way! When?”

“As soon as possible,” Roman shouted into the phone.

“Not without me, you aren’t!”

I laughed because I knew Phoebe would jump on this like a fat kid jumping into a funnel cake.

“We need a place.”

“I’ll grab a notebook and I will be over there in ten minutes. I’ll call Eve on my way over.”



Chapter 14 – Beth



By three in the afternoon, all the planning was done. Gotta love Tennessee. Between Eve and Phoebe everything was complete. For most of the chapels, their last wedding appointments were at six in the evening, and the weddings usually lasted an hour and a half. But with Phoebe’s persistence and Roman’s credit card limit, we had very little problems. Our wedding was going to be at eight thirty Saturday night. Technically, the chapel was closed, but since we were celebrities and we had money, we were in like Flynn.

We picked a beautiful chapel that had an outside area where we could say our vows. It was early fall, so the weather was perfect. The air had just that twinge of autumn. The chapel supplied everything from the food to the wedding cake. Using their website, we picked everything from the decorations to the wedding area. Everything was set.