Twisted Reality (Blind Reality #2) (18 page)

Or maybe she’s not over him?

Nah, I don’t believe that for a second. She’s made it very clear how she feels about cheaters, and I know she worries about that when it comes to Jules. I wish I knew what I could do to make her understand that she owns me heart and soul and I’m not interested in Jules, even with the baby. Jules isn’t who I want to be with—Joey is.

Taking her hand in mine, I walk us over to the people who shattered my wife’s world. The woman’s face lights up as if this is her dream come true. Too bad I’m going to be a fucking dick.

“Josh, what are you doing?”

Her hand goes rigid in mine so I tighten my grip. Joey has to know I’m not going to do anything to hurt her. Embarrass her, maybe, but it’ll be worth it.

“You must be Tony,” I say, standing in front of him.

He smiles. It’s cocky and pisses me off. “I am.”

“Right. Thanks for screwing her best friend so I could have her. Best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I don’t bother introducing myself. Everyone knows who I am and if he doesn’t then he’s been living under a rock. Joey’s and my love affair played out on national television and I honestly think that is the only reason they showed up here. They don’t care about her happiness, just that she’s married to me.

Joey doesn’t have a chance to respond and neither do Tony and the former bestie. I take her away, back to where we were sitting, only to have my steps falter when I see Bronx and Rebekah sitting near our chairs.

“I love you, Josh.”

Stopping midway, I pull her into my arms and subsequently my lips. Our family around us hoots and holler, making me smile against her lips. “I meant what I said. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

As soon as we reach Bronx, he’s giving me a high five. “I never liked that douche in college.”

That makes two of us.

“You guys are so cute,” Rebekah says, making us all laugh.

I figure that maybe hanging with Bronx and Rebekah won’t be so bad.

When Rebekah suggests we play Corn Hole, all I can remember is the day we sumo wrestled and she did some flying kick at my Joey. I think she scared the whole house with that ninja shit. But Joey wants to play, so we do. Others join in and before we know it we have a massive game going on. The best part, Joey isn’t watching for her ex and when they leave, no one cares to notice.

“Time to cut the cake,” Ava announces, much to the delight of the little kids that are here. I feel their pain; I’ve been waiting for hours while it’s mocked me with thoughts of spreading the frosting all over Joey’s body and licking it off.

Someone yells out speech and I look around, wondering who would even begin to say something about us. I could, but I’m a sappy bastard when it comes to Joey and I don’t want my words to end up on TMZ by the end of the night.

“I’ll say something.” Bronx steps up to the table, standing in front of us and holding a glass of champagne high in the air. “I think I’m the only one here who knows both Josh and Joey. It’s easy for me to say that they look happy, and it is because I’ve seen them both when they’ve been down. It’s clear to see that they make each other very happy, and while it may be a little sickening to see them giddy and in love, I wish both my friends a very happily ever after and want them both to know that whatever lies in their path, their love for each other will prevail. Here’s to Josh and Joey Wilson.”

Everyone says, “Hear, hear,” and starts chanting kiss so I do and kiss Joey as tenderly as possible. I can’t imagine a day when I don’t want to kiss her and hope that I never experience it. I have to admit that his speech was very nice when he could’ve slayed me. Maybe I’m not giving him enough credit and I can hopefully put my feelings aside for the friendship that he and Joey share.

“Stop that and cut the cake,” her mom chastises us. I pull away, but keep my hand on her neck with my thumb stroking her cheek softly. “I swear you two never stop touching each other.”

Her mother has no idea how bad I’m craving to be pressed against her body, to have my wife writhing in ecstasy underneath me, to have her ride me so I can see firsthand the pleasure she’s experiencing. As much as I love being here, a hotel would’ve been better for us. Or a tent, camper, anything where a bit of privacy is afforded so I can hear Joey scream out my name as she comes.

The knife is handed to the both of us and as we grip the handle we move slowly toward the cake. This is a symbolic moment in our marriage—who cares if it’s coming months after we tied the knot. One of the caterers appears behind us after we make the cut and gives us each a half of the piece of white cake.

Joey and I inch closer together, and a smile spreads across my face as we reach each other’s mouth with our slivers of cake. As soon as I feel the moist cake with buttery frosting hit my tongue, I know she’s not going to smash it into my face. I take it all, making sure to suck her fingers into my mouth, and when she does the same to me, my cock jumps to attention. Joey’s in my arms with her mouth pressed to mine. I clamp my mouth shut, fearful that she’s trying to steal my cake.

Everyone around us starts to clap and I can’t help but smile against her lips. “Are you happy, Mrs. Wilson?”

“Immensely.”

“Me too.”

Joey and I return to mingling with the guests and apparently now is the time for pictures. We pose with everyone and never alone. I refuse to remove my arm from her shoulder, even as my phone continues to vibrate in my back pocket. All day, Jules and Matt have been calling me and I’ve let them all go to voicemail and refuse to answer any of my text messages. Until I met Joey I was attached to that thing, but since her, since we got out of the house, she’s the only one I care about talking to. She’s the only one I need.

L
eaving my parents was hard, but coming back to Los Angeles is almost refreshing. As much as I love being home, the thought of making a new home with Josh is exciting. I’m ready for this new adventure.

He has one week before he begins filming his next movie, leaving us barely any time to find a place to live. Instead of going back to his apartment with Rob, we checked into a hotel where he proceeded to make me scream his name over and over again until even he couldn’t move. I was never this sexual with Tony and maybe that’s why he sought attention from someone else. With Josh, everything seems to click. We aren’t fumbling around and touching each other awkwardly. It’s natural and the responses we get from each other are automatic.

Today, we’re driving around, looking at everything from an apartment in a hotel, to houses and condos. Nothing has jumped out at us yet. The apartment and condos are nice because there isn’t any yard maintenance, but I want to feel my toes in the grass on a warm spring morning and plant some flowers. And I’m thinking of the future. There’s a baby coming and he or she will need a place to play, assuming Jules lets Josh parent in our home. Deep down I know it’s going to be a battle, and while he deserves equal custody, sometimes I wonder if Jules isn’t planning to make this extremely hard on him.

Before our reception ended, Bronx pulled me aside and spoke his mind again, telling me that he doesn’t think Josh is the father of Jules’ baby. I thought about bringing it up to Josh again, asking about the paternity test, but didn’t want to ruin our vacation. Now that we’re back in L.A., though, I’ll speak my mind more. This is my life that she’s messing with, too.

“This is the last house on the list,” Josh says, following our real estate agent through a gated community. The homes are all single-family with front yards, sidewalks, and charm.

“These houses look nice.”

“The one we’re seeing is brand new.”

I continue to look out the window at the people washing their cars; little kids riding bikes and jump roping.

“The house is fairly new, but it might be out of our price range.”

“What neighborhood is it in?”

“Beverly Hills. We’re on Mulholland Drive, you’ve heard of this road, right?”

I nod and continue to gaze out the window as we drive up the road. The higher we get, the better the view and the bigger the houses.

“Josh, these houses …” My breath catches when our relator comes to a stop in front of a single level gray home.

Josh comes around and helps me out of the car and we meet our agent halfway up the driveway. I notice the garage first; it’s mirrored glass reflecting back on us. I’ve never seen anything like it. The walkway is slate and leads to a frosted glass door. I hesitate before I walk in, already aware that I’m in love with the house and I haven’t even seen it, and knowing that Josh is already worried about the price because of the location.

“Oh my God,” I gasp as I step inside. Everything is white, gray, and black with the perfect accent of brown for hardwood floors. The agent drones on about the specifics of the house, but my eyes are focused on the glass walls which the agent is opening as we walk through. Josh takes my hand and leads me through the massive rooms, but I’m lost in a daze, imagining myself living here.

A small wall with a fireplace separates the living room and dining room, making it visible from both sides, and off the living room is the master bedroom. When we step into the master, the wall of windows slides open, revealing the same view from the other rooms.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, stepping out. The large patio and outside kitchen is nothing compared to the pool. Josh chuckles behind me before dragging me into the master bath, walk-in closet, and exercise room. “I’d never have to leave.”

“I’d be okay with that,” he whispers into my ear.

We look at the other two bedrooms, which have their own bathroom and a walk-in closet.

“This house is massive,” he says.

“This house is beautiful,” I counter, knowing it’s only a dream. We could never afford it.

The fourth bedroom is smaller, but still has its own private bathroom. I already start thinking about nursery decorations and a pang of jealousy hits me square in the chest. This isn’t my baby, but we’re looking at houses so that he or she can live with us, when I want to be looking because we’re having a baby and need the space. The rest of the house consists of an office, breakfast nook, and kitchen. The color scheme is carried throughout the house for complete flow.

Josh takes me outside to the terrace. “What do you think?” he asks, while holding me.

I shake my head. “I love it, but it’s too much.”

“Can you see yourself happy here?”

“I’m happy wherever you are, Josh. We’ve seen some great places today that are affordable, smaller. This is too much house for the three of us.” I smile, but it’s weak. I’m trying to include his child with Jules in our decision because as much as I want that part of my life to go away, it’s not happening anytime soon.

“What if there were four of us, or maybe five?”

I look at him questioningly. “What are you talking about?”

Taking my face in his hands, Josh kisses me softly. “After being with your family I want that. I want it all, Joey. Watching your cousins run around and jump in the pond and seeing your parents dote on them, I want that for us. I want to have children with you.”

“What?” My eyebrows rise as I step back. “Is this because of Jules?”

“God no. This is because I saw what a real family could be like and I know together we can do that.”

“Wow.”

“Do you not want kids? I thought—”