The Truth by Katrina Alba Read Free Book Online Page B

lovemaking, we moved to the master bath where we soaked in our own euphoria. After massaging most of my body, Grant skipped out, leaving me in the massive tub alone. I relaxed listening to the rest of the bubbles as they popped.
    When I smell the scent of bacon wafting into the bathroom, I perk up. Throwing on a robe hanging next to the tub, I head out of the room. “I wasn’t sure how to unplug the tub…” I stop midsentence and dead in my tracks. “Exactly how long was I in the there?”
    The main room of the suite has a vast array of breakfast food. There is basically a buffet in our freaking hotel room. The other half of the room has a few people milling around at two stations they have set up. The first is a rack of dresses and the second must be for makeup? I’m not sure, and I have no idea how Grant could have set this all up so fast.
    “What? How did you? What is all this?” I’m stunned.
    “Alyssa—it’s Vegas,” is all Grant says as if it should explain everything. “I just want you to have everything you need. It should be the perfect day.”
    “It already has been.” I feel so relaxed and just plain happy.
    “I set up to get our license.”
    “Already? Were you planning this?”
    “You will soon learn I don’t plan much in life. I just sort of go with what feels good at the moment.”
    “I see.” Walking over to the dresses, I take down a pretty white, silky dress. It looks as though it will fall over all my curves. It’s too sexy for a formal wedding dress. It’s perfect. “This should do. While I’m certain you have something big planned and in the works as we speak, I kind of want to just rent a car and do a drive thru wedding. I know it sounds chintzy, but it always seemed fun in the movies. It’ll make a great story for the grandkids.” I beam at him.
    “Anything you want.”
    “We are in Vegas. When in Rome…”
    “Are you sure you don’t want a big formal wedding? I’ll wait for you if that’s what you want.”
    “Actually—I’ve always hated weddings. This is kind of perfect. Ooooh! We need an Elvis though! It’s a must!”
    He laughs a deep laugh from his gut. “Okay, Elvis it is.”
    And so we rented a big pink Cadillac and had a drive thru wedding ceremony at a little Las Vegas chapel. As requested, I even got an Elvis, white jumpsuit and all, to officiate. Most women have been planning their wedding day since they were a young girl. I never gave much thought to it. The only plans I made as a child were to get myself the hell out of my parent’s house. 
    For me, this was the perfect wedding. There was nothing stuffy or boring. It was just fun. We had an absolute blast. And that is how weddings should all be—nothing short of fun.

The Good Wife
    With Grant being a Kennedy, there was no hiding what we had done. Word had spread before we even got back—La Perla’s most sought after bachelor was officially off the market. Expecting nothing less, Grant had called his parents immediately after the ceremony to let them know. He claimed they were excited, but I wasn’t in the room when he spoke to them. A nagging part of me wondered if he was telling the truth.
    We decided to move me into Grant’s house when we got back from our trip. I was hesitant about it since I was starting a new job the following week. The thing about being rich is you don’t move yourself. Grant had my belongings almost moved in by the time we got back to town. I had a minor freak out moment when I realized I am now rich.
    The morning after the wedding, I rolled over and looked at Grant’s smiling face. I didn’t smile back. Instead, I shot upright in bed, completely panicked. “Grant, we didn’t draw up a prenup. You’re richer than half of the US combined. We need to have a prenup.”
    He just laughed and pulled me back down. I try to push back up, but he holds tight. “Grant, this is serious!”
    “Marriage is serious. Money is just money. Did you forget you won over a hundred