The Arrangement – Brewer Family Read Online Adriana Locke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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I glance at the man walking our way with slicked-back hair and a gold jumpsuit.

But I didn’t imagine getting married like this either.

“Okay,” Tate says, holding two phones aimed at the doorway. “I’m ready to rock and roll.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Gold jumpsuit man stands behind the arch. “Are we ready, boys?”

My heart pounds. I slip my hand in my pocket and find the small box I had delivered with the flowers. “Let’s do this.”

Music plays overhead, and on cue, the doors open.

Chloe’s arm is through Ripley’s elbow. Her flowers are in her hand. Her eyes are on me.

I struggle to breathe.

Everything and everyone blurs. She’s my only focus.

With each step she takes, my blood pumps harder.

They stop in front of me, and Ripley presses a quick kiss to her cheek and then stands beside Tate.

This is really happening.

I take her hand and, as instructed, she faces me. Gold Jumpsuit comes between us and signals for the music to end. It drifts away.

“Are you good?” I ask.

She nods. “I’m really good, actually.”

I squeeze her hand.

“We’re gathered here in The King and Bling Chapel for the marriage of”—Gold Jumpsuit looks at his notes—“Chloe Goodman and Jason Brewer.”

Chloe’s eyes shine as she stares into mine.

“Do you, Chloe Goodman, take Jason Brewer to be your husband and to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him, so long as you both shall live?”

“Or for the next six months,” she whispers.

I chuckle.

“Yes,” she says loudly. “I do.”

“And do you, Jason Brewer, take Chloe Goodman to be your wife and to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her, so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Are we exchanging rings?” Gold Jumpsuit asks. “It’s not in the notes.”

“No,” Chloe says.

I pull the box from my pocket. “Yes, we are.”

Chloe’s eyes widen. “Jason. What are you doing? I don’t have a ring for you.”

“Well, I have one for you.” I open the box and remove the ring, saying a silent prayer that she likes it. Then I take her finger. “This was very last minute, so if you don’t like it, we can get something else.”

“I don’t know how you did this.” She gasps as I slip on the ring. “Oh my gosh. Jason!”

I hold my breath as she brings the jewelry to her face.

“You don’t wear a lot of jewelry, so I didn’t really know what your style would be,” I say, trying to read her expression.

She giggles a short, disbelieving sound and beams. “It’s absolutely perfect. I can’t … I don’t even know what to say.”

“Well, you just said I do, so that pretty much says it all,” Tate says. “Ouch!”

“Behave, Tate,” Mom warns over the phone.

Chloe laughs. “I’ll get you a ring.”

“Don’t you dare.”

She narrows her eyes. “I’m your wife. I don’t have to take your orders anymore.”

I grin. “We’ll see about that.”

“By the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Golden Jumpsuit says. “You may kiss your bride.”

My brothers clap, Tate yells something, and faraway voices also rejoice through the phones, but none of that matters. All that matters is headed toward me.

Chloe meets me halfway, throwing her arms over my shoulders.

Blood races through my veins as if a dam has burst. Her eyes meet mine.

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into my chest, and her smile widens as our bodies touch.

“Are you ready for this, Wife?” I whisper against her lips.

“I’m ready for you.”

My mouth captures hers. I intend for this to be a sweet, chaste kiss and make her wait until we get back to the penthouse for more.

It was a good plan.

It was also futile.

She moans as I sweep my tongue against hers. Her body goes limp in my arms, so I haul her tighter against me.

Her head falls to the side, allowing me full access to her mouth.

Her lips are like pillows as I take them, her breath hot and sweet as I breathe it in. She gives as good as she gets with her free hand scratching against my scalp. It sets off a rush of goose bumps across my skin.

“Fuck,” I whisper as we pull apart.

She giggles, panting alongside me.

“May I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Brewer,” Gold Jumpsuit says.

Tate and Ripley clap once again, congratulating the two of us. I can hear my mom’s sounds of joy, and I love that I’ve brought her happiness to counter all the shit she’s been through lately.


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