The Virgin Billionaire: Switched at Marriage Part 2 by Gina Robinson Read Free Book Online Page B

laughed. "Oh, definitely. You should see our war room."
    I shivered. The day had been warm and pleasant, but as the dew and night fell, the patio was cool despite the strategically placed heaters.
    "We're not the Bohemian Grove, Kay." Jus pulled off his suit coat and wrapped it around my shoulders.
    Attentive and considerate.
    "Aren't we?" Lazer made a gesture that encompassed the surroundings. "We have enough booze to qualify. My mentor has been to the Grove several times. He says it's all a bunch of guys sitting around drinking. No women allowed."
    "Except for the strippers, I imagine," Jus said.
    Lazer kept glancing toward the door. A waiter finally came up and whispered in his ear.
    Lazer looked around the room and nodded. "I think we're ready. Bring it out."
    The waiter gestured to someone inside the lodge. The string quartet began playing Pachelbel's "Canon in D." Two women dressed in white bakers' uniforms wheeled a cart out with a three-tiered wedding cake.
    I gasped. I knew I was saying, or rather, thinking, every other minute since we left the city, that this or that was the most beautiful, most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen. You would think it would be getting tiresome and I would have reached my limit. But that cake really was the most beautiful one I'd ever seen. And it was from the most prestigious bakery in the city. I knew brides who'd tried to book a year, even two, ahead and couldn't get a cake. To get one on the spur of the moment in an afternoon? That was power.
    Was I impressed? It sounds stupid, but this may have been the most impressive thing of the evening.
    My eyes went wide. "How?"
    Lazer just smiled and rose. "Go cut your cake."
    Jus took me by the elbow. "Is a girl going to jump out of that thing?"
    "You already have the girl." Lazer looked at me with regret.
    I moved toward the cake as if in a dream, trembling as one of the bakers handed me a cake-cutting knife.
    The crowd clapped as Jus cupped his hand around mine. "Ready?"
    "As ever."
    We cut the cake while Lazer snapped our picture on his phone. "One for the gossip rags."
    I slid the slice onto a plate, picked up a fork, and filled it with cake. I held it to Jus' mouth and fed him a bite. Then he fed me one. Just like at a wedding reception. We handed the cake cutter and duties over to the bakers. I took a minute then to study the cake, with its intricate gum paste flowers and scrollwork. It was only then that I got a good look at the cake topper. And the illusion shattered. My mouth fell open. I blushed to my toes and flushed with anger.
    Jus saw my distress. His gaze followed mine. "Shit," he muttered beneath his breath. He pulled the cake topper off the top tier and shook it at Lazer. "What the hell is this?"

Chapter Four
    K ayla
    "Who's this barefaced dude on my cake?" Jus hammed it up. Played along. He held the plastic cake topper, looking as if he might take a swing at the plastic groom. "And why is my bride all over him?" He comically cocked an eyebrow.
    Lazer was laughing so hard he had to wipe a tear away. "How the hell you finally found a girl who finds you attractive is a mystery to the rest of us."
    The cake topper was a clean-shaved groom holding a blond bride in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and hips, climbing up him as if she couldn't wait to get him in the bedroom. She was clearly throwing herself at him. The implication was clear to me—I'd thrown myself at Jus for his money. Maybe I was being too sensitive.
    Lazer looked at me as understanding dawned. "Oh, shit. Kayla, I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just giving Justin a bad time."
    The string quartet continued playing in the background. But the crowd of billionaires had gone largely silent, enjoying the show.
    And then I realized that Lazer really hadn't meant to imply I was a gold digger.
    Maybe it was the buzz from the alcohol. Maybe it was the completely ludicrous situation. And all the faking it. Maybe I was just tired. But suddenly, it was funny.
    I set