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Outtake from Shhhhh....
RobsHandMonkey
I sit across from my bride-to-be watching her flip through book after book.
Her eyes meet mine a couple of times and I tap my fingers on the large
mahogany desk in my office trying to grasp what little patience I am
holding onto.
“You haven’t said anything and you have been
through all three books, twice.” I state, no longer able to hold my
tongue. “Should I have some more books delivered?” I offer.
“Hell no, there are so many to choose from already!” she scowls.
I stand up, walk around the desk, grab the book I want turning it in
her direction, opening it up to the one I preferred leaning down to tap
on the one I like.
“This one. It is elegant, classy, and old fashioned like me.” I watch her lean in and look at it.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It is, but do you like it?”
She tilts her head studying it. “I do.”
“So we go with that one?”
“Sure.” she shrugs.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” Rosalie stands up and stomps over to stand next to Bella.
“Rose.” I can hear the warning tone in Bella’s voice.
“No. I am not going to sit back and watch him decide every little
detail while you allow him! This is your wedding too! Who the hell does
he think he is?” She turns her sights on me and I raise my brow at her.
“I do believe I am the one hosting this party, therefore, I should be
allowed some say in the various details that pertain to it! After all, I
am the one getting married. My opinion matters more than yours does.
May I remind you of your role as just a member of the bridal party. You
didn’t hear me telling you or Emmett who to invite or what color the
flowers should be, and I expect the same courtesy from you, you little
sheathen bitch. Now don’t you have some place else to go?” I growl,
baring my fangs as my anger spikes.
© 2013 ~ Robshandmonkey
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.*.~.*...Vows…*.~.*.
Outtake from Shhhhh....
RobsHandMonkey
Outtake from Shhhhh....
RobsHandMonkey
I sit across from my bride-to-be watching her flip through book after book.
Her eyes meet mine a couple of times and I tap my fingers on the large mahogany desk in my office trying to grasp what little patience I am holding onto.
“You haven’t said anything and you have been through all three books, twice.” I state, no longer able to hold my tongue. “Should I have some more books delivered?” I offer.
“Hell no, there are so many to choose from already!” she scowls.
I stand up, walk around the desk, grab the book I want turning it in her direction, opening it up to the one I preferred leaning down to tap on the one I like.
“This one. It is elegant, classy, and old fashioned like me.” I watch her lean in and look at it.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It is, but do you like it?”
She tilts her head studying it. “I do.”
“So we go with that one?”
“Sure.” she shrugs.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” Rosalie stands up and stomps over to stand next to Bella.
“Rose.” I can hear the warning tone in Bella’s voice.
“No. I am not going to sit back and watch him decide every little detail while you allow him! This is your wedding too! Who the hell does he think he is?” She turns her sights on me and I raise my brow at her.
“I do believe I am the one hosting this party, therefore, I should be allowed some say in the various details that pertain to it! After all, I am the one getting married. My opinion matters more than yours does. May I remind you of your role as just a member of the bridal party. You didn’t hear me telling you or Emmett who to invite or what color the flowers should be, and I expect the same courtesy from you, you little sheathen bitch. Now don’t you have some place else to go?” I growl, baring my fangs as my anger spikes.
© 2013 ~ Robshandmonkey
