Something Old, Something New
 Contemporary 6,629 words |
Elizabeth Collins is determined to get out of the small town she grew up in and marrying David will make those dreams a reality. But when her oldest, dearest friend, who just happens to be the man who has set her nights on fire with passion unlike anything she’s ever felt, seduces her only minutes before she says “I Do,” doubt plagues her mind and forces her to imagine what life without him, and his sensual touch, would mean. Jason Lowery has one chance left. He won’t let Liz go without a fight and he’s determined to show her how good they can be together, if she’d just stop being so pig-headed about it. He’ll prove to her he’s the only man she’s meant to be with one way or another. This story was first published in 2007. It has been re-written for release at Alinar Publishing. Publisher: Alinar Publishing Warning: This story contains frequent swearing, graphic, explicit sex scenes and deal with infidelity. |
Excerpt
Chapter 1
“You can’t marry him.”
Elizabeth Collins shrieked, startled when someone spoke. She looked to the door. Jason Lowery stood there, staring at her. His eyes held a hint of mischief and the infuriating smirk she hated curved his lips.
She rolled her eyes. “Are you insane? You can’t be in here.”
“Why not?” he asked, turning to shut the door behind him.
“Uh, because no one is supposed to see the bride before the wedding, that’s why.”
He laughed and leaned back against the door, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. “Well, if I thought for a minute you were seriously going to go through with this, I might follow all the rules. Besides, the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding. I don’t remember anything about best friends.”
The dark suit he wore made him appear even more gorgeous than usual. Liz couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him dressed like this. Jeans and t-shirts were his usual attire, and on an average day, he was scrumptious. Today? He was absolutely sinful. Looking at him put tempting thoughts of betrayal in her mind.
She walked to the window and stared outside, determined to ignore how delicious he looked. Crossing her arms over her chest, she muttered, “Fine. What do you want?”
“Now, is that any way to greet the only person who cared enough to come all the way up here to witness this spectacle?”
“It’s not a spectacle,” she said, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him.
“Says you.” Jason laughed. “They have violins and harps playing, champagne on the buffet table, and a ice sculpture that looks a lot like you. All this highfalutin crap is ridiculous. It’s stupid, if you ask me.”
“It’s not stupid,” she said, hatefully. “For your information, Mr. Too-Dumb-To-Know-Any-Better, its classy, something your pea-brain could never comprehend. Now stop making fun of my wedding and tell me what you want.”
“I want you to not marry that asshole,” he said, calmly.
“He’s not an asshole.”
“Says you.”
Liz scowled at him and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t do this, Jason. Not now. You’ve already given me your opinion. Revisiting the fight from last week isn’t going to accomplish anything, except pissing me off again.”
Jason grinned. “Well, if I remember correctly, the fight last week resulted in the best blowjob of my life. I’m up for a repeat performance if you are.”
Liz gasped. “Keep your voice down,” she hissed.
“Why? Afraid the new love of your life will hear all about our little affair?”
“He knows all about our history,” Liz said. “He’s not threatened by it.”
“Oh. So he knows you still want me? Why is he marrying you then?”
“He has his reasons.”
“Sounds like true love to me,” Jason said, rolling his eyes. “This whole wedding is a joke, Liz. David doesn’t love you any more than you love him.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jason laughed. “You’ve only known each other two months! How the hell can you be in love with him in that short of a time? Hell, you don’t even know him.”
“I know him just fine.”
“Really? Then you know all about Melissa?”
Liz raised one eyebrow. “Who is Melissa?”
“Apparently his girlfriend.”
Liz watched the smile on his face grow until it made his eyes sparkle. The bastard was enjoying this way too much. “Ex-girlfriend, you mean?”
“Not according to the gossip I heard twenty minutes ago. Apparently Melissa isn’t the type of girl one marries.”
“You’re making this up,” Liz said.
“And why would I do that?”
Liz laughed. “Do I even have to respond to that? It’s over, Jason, and I know what you’re doing. I’m tired of your twisted idea of foreplay. It isn’t going to work anymore. I’m through fighting with you.”
“Ah, come on Lizzy.” He chuckled and licked his lips. “Your breasts always do this little heaving thing when you get mad. Don’t disappoint me now, especially when they’re looking so ripe and luscious.”
“God, you’re such a pig.”
“Oink, oink.”
Liz looked at his smiling face and shook her head. “You know, I don’t have time for this. Will you please just get to the point? I have a wedding to prepare for.”
Jason’s grin dissolved and he exhaled a long breath. “Fine. We’ll skip the small talk,” he said. “He doesn’t love you, Liz. Not like I do. You don’t belong here. The city isn’t for you.”
“Good lord, not again,” she whined, rubbing her temples when they throbbed. “Jason, we’ve been over this a hundred times already. I’ve been stuck on that damn farm long enough. I want out. I have no life there. Why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“Because I know you,” he whispered, softly. “You’ll be miserable here.”
“No, I’ll finally have something here!” Liz hissed. “Just look at this place.” She glanced around the room, taking in the pristine white furnishings and the antique’s gracing every sleek surface. “Everything I’ve ever wanted is here, Jason. A nice house, beautiful clothes, and a man who has more money than I could ever spend.”
“So you’re just in it for the money?”
Her temper flared. “Don’t you dare judge me.”
“Why not?” Jason spat. “If you’re going to act like a gold-digging bitch, I might as well treat you like one.”
“You bastard! Get out of here. I don’t need you.” She looked back to the full-length mirror, and admired the dress she’d picked out from one of those chic bridal magazines. Jason stood by the door unmoving. She ignore him and the pain his words caused.
She knew what her marriage to David looked like to everyone back home, but she didn’t care. They didn’t have to live her life, she did. So what if they thought badly of her? It wasn’t like she would ever have to see any of them again. Hell, Jason was the only person who even bothered to make the trip to the city—even if the only reason he did was to try and stop her.
Everything was… perfect. Her life was finally as she’d envisioned it and she’d be damned if Jason would ruin things now. She sighed, trying to erase her darkened mood, and studied her reflection.
Her long, golden tresses were pinned securely to the back of her head with tiny red rose buds tucked within the strands. She’d spent the better half of the morning getting fussed over by her own private hairdresser. She was treated like royalty here, her every whim catered to without a word of complaint.
Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, but the slight blush to her cheeks increased the more she mused over Jason’s words. How dare him make her feel like shit!
“Why him, Liz?” Jason asked, his voice bitter. “Is it because I don’t have his money? Wealth won’t make you happy.”
“And you can?” she asked, sarcastically. “You’re just an ignorant farm boy, Jason. You don’t know anything about what it takes to make me happy.”
“You’re not in love with him.”
“And how do you know that?” she snapped.
He stared at her reflection, meeting her gaze with deep longing. “Because…I can see it every time you look at me.”
Liz’s features softened at his words. She wished, yet again, he wasn’t right. “Maybe love isn’t every thing.”
“You know that’s not true.” He pushed his weight off the door and moved slowly across the room toward her.
Liz’s heart raced watching his progression in the mirror. His jet-black hair appeared blue in the light from the windows. Those high cheekbones and deep green eyes gave him a look straight from the pages of some high fashion magazine. He appeared more at home in the city than she did. The sight of him caused a nervous flutter of butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
Jason had to be the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and yes, she loved him, but love wasn’t enough—not for her.
She wanted more than wide-open fields and the dirty back roads of Lincoln County. Her dreams were full of bright lights and fine things. Living in a one-stop-light town, with its dull scenery, wasn’t for her. She’d longed for something more and leaving had been her dream since age ten.
Of course, getting over Jason Lowery would take time, but a determined soul always won, right? Being in love didn’t make you happy. People married all the time and weren’t in love.
Focusing her attention on Jason’s face in the mirror, his intense expression sent a chill up her spine. She’d seen that look so many times she’d memorized it. It caused her knees to go weak.
He stopped behind her. His fingers brushed against the back of her arm and the tingles spread through her limbs in an instant.
“He will never love you like I do, Lizzy.”
The words were whispered across her cheek. The warmth of his breath a slow trickle against her skin, before his lips danced across her flesh to rest on the sensitive area below her ear.
Liz closed her eyes. Her breaths coming quicker as every thought left her except for the way he made her feel. That instant lust… the rush of heat as it swam through her body, leaving her dizzy.
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