Forgotten Promise (Forgotten Series Book 2) (15 page)

“Will we see where
the ceremony will be held too?” she asks.

“Anything you want.”
Hand-in-hand, we stroll tucked away in paradise.

“I ordered flowers I
would like to lay out the design,” she says.

“Speaking of
flowers.” I lean over to pluck a beautiful yellow tropical flower, its name
unknown softly bringing Bryer into my arms. I tuck her hair behind her ear and
place the flower there. “No competition, you still outshine its beauty.” Call
me a pussy, don’t care.

“You could charm the
pants off a nun.”

“A nun you say, well
you may be biased.” Chuckling.

~ ~ ~

Growing closer to our
bungalow, we pass Gen’s and Clayton’s connecting huts. But I’m stopped in my
tracks, leaving Bryer to take a few steps alone, she also stops as we both
stare ahead. Frozen in place, my eyes must be playing tricks on me, but when I
look other at Bryer, her expression tells me I’m not.

With disbelief we see
two figures moving in the shadows on their bungalow deck. There’s not a doubt
in my mind who they are. As we watch it unfold before our very eyes, Bryer and
I share another look of confusion, without a word spoken between us.

We can’t pull our
eyes away, as if witnessing an accident in slow motion, followed by a moment of
clarity as we come to realize who is being pressed against the bungalow wall
and whose leg is wrapped around him.

“OooooKay,” Bryer
whispers.

Forbidden voyeurism,
as I watch his hands on her every way imaginable, Gen’s hair blowing in the
wind, as Clayton moves against her. “Jesus, maybe they should take it inside,”
I say, baffled by this turn in events.

“Say it isn’t so.”
Bryer shaking her head no.

“Oh it’s so,” I
confirm but a low laugh escapes.

“What’s he doing?

“Well, Bryer…”

“I mean what’s he doing
with Gen?”

“Most men are players
until that one girl comes along that makes them lose their game.” I always knew
the root of all the play was foreplay. But we shouldn’t be watching this, his
hands on her breast, his mouth on her neck. He’s definitely got some moves, the
guy in me has to laugh.

“Should we say
something?” she asks.

Like what? Clayton
can you please take your tongue out of Gen’s mouth. No, not me. “I vote no.”

“Holy Jesus,” Bryer
says.

Causing my head to
turn in their direction. As we see Gen’s second leg wrapped around his body,
her sundress blowing wildly up her waist and Clayton scrambling for …. “We need
to go, baby.” I can’t watch my best friend fuck. How will I look him in the eye
tomorrow? “Walk with me.” As I pull Bryer away, I consider the aftermath of
their decision.

“But,” she says,
seemingly speechless.

“We knew this
eventually would happen, right? Let them try, Bryer, try being the operative
word.”

“I’m not judging a
relationship, I’m worried about a casual hook up, the hurt Gen is in, and the
repercussions of their actions. Not to mention landing on the night before our
wedding.”

She’s right.

~Bryer~

“Time to wake up, we
have things to do.” Spoken in a morning whisper.

“I so don’t want to.”
I say into my pillow, as I stretch, opening one eye to see my sex-god above me.
Unfair that anyone could look this magnificent this early. “What time is it?”

“Seven am.”

“I thought me made a
deal? One more time last night, and we would sleep in this morning.” Rising
slowly on my elbows.

“I think you got that
wrong, one more time and I’d let you sleep at all.” He snickers, amused.

“Ah, how silly of me.
What’s on the agenda?” As Nathan slowly pulls the sheet down my naked body. He
is undeniable sexy. As I see his erection clearly standing proud in his cargos.

“See what you do?” He
smiles as his eyes rake over my body.

“What a waste.” As I
leisurely rise and walk towards the shower, modesty a thing of the past.
Feeling his eyes burning from behind me and a low growl escaping.

“Tonight,” he warns.

Walking out to find
Nathan looking over the resort brochure. “Did you know there’s a zoo on the
grounds?”

I watch as he
admirers my long tie-die strapless-braless dress, fits to perfection and of course
I’ve kept my word. “No panties,” I whisper suggestively as I pass by him.

“I would like nothing
better than to rock your world, but we have an appointment with Mr. Kahale the
officiate at ten A.M., in the chapel on the beach to go over details,” he says
distracted.

“That works out
perfectly, the wedding planner will be there to discuss flowers and
particulars.”

“So,” as he closes in
on me “No panties?”

I give him my best
come-hither grin. Cupping his face in my hands, “Oh yeah, baby, I’m only a touch
away.”

“Christ almighty
woman, I’ll be sporting this hard-on all day.”

“I’ll take that as a
compliment.” As I grab my purse and reach for the door.

“Just remember,
you’re mine all night.” Standing behind me his arms snaking around me, skimming
all the right places.

“That’s not easily
forgotten, it is our wedding night.”

As we reach the
breakfast nook, its banquet is laid out beautifully, the freshest fruit, crepes
made to order. Anything you could possibly want. We reach our fill, enjoying
every bite, both grinning almost shyly of the day to come.

“Remember we will be
changing room-mates this afternoon,” I say.

“This should be
interesting, after last night. Contrary to popular belief, dudes don’t usually
talk about who we just…”

“Oh girls most certainly
do, I’ll get the whole scoop, every single detail. I can’t wait.” Interrupting
him on purpose.

Approaching the
chapel, I notice the overabundance of flowers along the path which is long and
wide. I envision myself starting that walk, that once-in-a-lifetime walk here,
right here. I pause and savor the moment. Nathan still holding my hand seems to
understand my vision, as I look straight to the altar then beyond to the ocean
where the perfect view to heaven awaits our day. Our eyes meet, we only smile.

“You must be Nathan
and Bryer.” The man holds out his hand.

Nathan shakes it.
“Yes, we are the sunset ceremony.”

Turning to me, his
smile is warm and he shakes my hand.

“Mr. Kahale,” Nathan
says.

“Just Kahale,
everyone calls me Kahale.”

Fondness already
growing between us.

“Let’s take a seat, I
have some questions for you both. Have you agreed on vows?” he asks.

Although I question
if we have. “I assumed we would write our own, but I’m fine with traditional.”
Looking at Nathan for confirmation.

“What about a
combination of both?” Nathan suggests.

“We could let Kahale
recite traditionally, and we would have a brief moment to say our own.”

“I love the idea.”
Agreeing.

“The license?”

“Check,” Nathan
confirms.

“Moving on. Do you want
my traditional Hawaiian garb, or did you have something else in mind?” Looking
at Nathan.

“Traditional?” He
nods.

“Let’s take a few
minutes to run through. Are your best man and maid of honor here?”

“No, but we are
meeting them following our visit with you,” I say, covering their asses.

“Let’s start, and
your coordinator will only need a few minutes of your time Bryer. She has also
assigned a photographer on your behalf.”

The hour goes by
quickly, it feels real. Excitement growing with every passing moment. We stand
in front of the chapel, all of our plans confirmed.

Our hands joined, he
lifts them to his mouth. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

I can’t hold back the
blush that he can still ignite. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

He kisses me slow and
sweet, promises of more to come. “Next time I see you will be at the altar,” he
says

“I’ll meet you here
at sunset.”

I reach the bungalow,
knowing Nathan is on his way to Clayton’s. Moments after I enter there’s a
knock.

“Maid of honor at
your service.”

“Thank God. Did you
just go for a swim in the pool? “Noticing her cute black bikini, and still
dripping wet.

“Pfft, No, the ocean.
I discovered I scream the same way whether I’m about to be eaten by a shark or
if a piece of seaweed touches my leg,” Gen states, completely serious.

But I laugh and would
most likely share in those exact feelings.

“Three hours, will
that be enough time?” she questions.

“God, I hope so. What
are you planning?”

“Perfection.” Smiling
over her shoulder still dripping water on the floor. She grabs a towel and
looks me over head-to-toe. “Where shall I start?” Rubbing her hands together
like a villain.

“You could start with
what happened last night.” I go right for the jugular.

“What are you talking
about?”

Seriously? Playing
coy. “Golden boy, hate’em one day love’em the next.”

“Oh… well, I admit
it’s a little twisted.”

That’s not an answer.
“Clayton was obviously inebriated, what’s your excuse?” I ask.

“Don’t worry, I’ll
just keep him in rotation.” Shrugging her shoulders as if it’s no big deal.

“Does Clayton know
he’s in rotation? And why am I having a hard time believing that?” Hands on my
hips challenging her.

“It was casual,
Bryer. How do you know anyway, did Clayton say something to Nathan?”

“We were unfortunate to
witness the exhibition on your deck last night.”

“Huh…”

A loss for words,
that’s a first. “Gen, why are you denying you have feelings? You both do that
and play this game of spewing insults.”

“I already had one
player, I don’t need another. There, are you happy now?”

“You’re afraid he’ll
hurt you if you show him how you feel?” Walking closer with each word until I’m
standing in front of her, my hand resting on her shoulder.

“Thank you Dr.
Freud,” she says smiling.

“Okay, I’ll leave it for
now, but I happen to think Clayton has had a huge thing for you for some time.
It’s just he’s like the kindergartener who pushes down the girl he likes,
because he doesn’t know any other way to show you how he feels.”

“He found one way.”
We both laugh.

I’m handed 3 bottles
and with a not-so-gentle push into the shower. Smells so good, shampoo I’ve
never heard of, a body wash that glides over my body like velvet, its scent is
sexy and floral at the same time. The matching lotion is like silk, and I feel
completely pampered. I present myself in my robe, wet hair, clean and smelling
sexy.

“You’re in good
hands,” she says as she digs through a huge bag of beauty aids. “Hair first.”
She sits me in front of the mirror to witness the transformation.

I watch her every
move, realizing I would never put this much effort into my hair. It’s pinned in
circles to create a soft spiral curl, instead of my usual messy do. I’m warned
within an inch of my life, never brush or even comb it, we will only be running
our fingers through it to soften the perfect waves.

“While your hair
sets, let’s start the make up.”

Cringing, this could
cause a conflict, as I see false eyelashes in the pile.

“I think I’ll spin
you around to do your face.”

Apparently reading my
mind. I feel the first layer of gunk goes on, but I admit, it’s feels lite.
However, we just started. “I’m not going for drag queen, Gen, promise me.”

Shaking her head at
my leeriness. “Are you doubting my artistic skills?” Sounding appalled. “Ye of
little faith.”

“Of course not, I’m
just a little nervous, it’s getting close, this day, Nathan, it’s a fantasy.”

“I promise you will
be soaring when you walk out the door.”

“That’s a tall
order.” I patiently wait through every step, even when she blows on my eyes, to
dry the glue, as she unrolls every hair that was perfectly pinned in place, now
dry, and I can feel them tumble on my shoulders and back. I admit, this is
exciting.

Gen slowly turns the
chair.

I’m facing the
mirror, stunned into silence.

“Ta-da.”

“Flawless,” she says.
Our eyes meet. “Don’t cry, Bryer.”

“I can’t promise I
won’t.” Waving my hands in front of my eyes to stop the waterworks.

“Radiant, don’t touch
anything, I want to keep it that way.”

Harsh. “I see you’ve still
got those rough edges.” I smile up at her.

“Wait ‘til I’m ready,
I’ll help you put your dress on. I’ll be speedy, I promise.” Crossing her
heart.

Out walks Gen in her
beautiful island sheik gown, Halter-style top with an overlay, allowing the
palest of yellow silk underneath to show through. Then silk that flairs at the
bottom the color of sand, matching the overlay on top. Timeless classy. “You
look like an angel,” I say.

“That’ll be the day.”
Winking at me.

There is a knock on
the door, Gen strolls over to answer it.

A young man holding
my bouquet and a box. “They’re flowers you ordered, and this is from your
groom.”

I almost swoon.

“The flowers turned
our perfectly.” As Gen hands them to me.

The bouquet is
stunning, white roses and white orchards sprinkled lightly with baby’s breath I
can’t keep still with excitement.

She hands me the
card.

This was worn by my mother, who I
loved my entire life, whether here on earth or in heaven. I’ve been waiting for
the one and only love of my life to pass it on. She would have loved you,
Bryer. Just remember both of our mothers are here with us today.

I love you,

Nathan

Opening the box
wrapped in shiny white paper, a delicate gold necklace appears, I pull it out
and there’s a beautiful round diamond at the end.

“Oh, Bryer, let me
put it on you, then the dress.”

I feel my eyes start
to glisten.

“Don’t cry, not yet,”
she orders, as she brings the white plastic bag over. The vision of the perfect
dress unfolding before me is drawing happiness from within. As I put it on, the
fit is perfection, as Gen tweaks and tucks and buttons every detail. And then
the veil, which sits back secured by a crystal comb, flowing down my back, the
train falling behind me.

“Are you ready?” Gen
asks as she pulls me in front of the floor mirror.

I catch my own
reflection, momentarily feeling my heart stop. I don’t recognize this woman,
something truly magical is happening. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

She looks over my
shoulder as we both admire our stunning success in the mirror. Her hands rest
on my shoulders in support. “It should be, hun.” Her eyes shining with delight.
She hands me a glass of pink champagne. “To take the edge off.”

I drink it gladly.
“What time is it?” I ask.

“It’s time.”

We start our stroll down
the path towards the chapel on the beach, noticing the picture-perfect weather
and a light breeze calming me. Our names are written in the sand, I can see it
from here. Nice touch.

Gen enters the side
door as I wait, once she returns I hear the music. A cellist playing
Arioso
from Bach Cantata. Nathan chose that, amazing. Gen is positioning herself at
the entrance, the long walk awaits us both.