Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 154

Wren

I stop in my tracks when I see him.

Dressed in black slacks, black under shirt and a glittery white suit jacket with his tattoos peeking out at the collar.

His hair is combed out of his face, the curls styled to perfection.

He's beautiful, blindly so.

At the sight of him, all the anger, the sadness just evaporates.

Poof.

Just like that.

And then his lips part when he sees me, drinking me in with those stormy gray eyes of his, like the clouds just before it rains.

"God, you're stunning." He breathes, visibly awe-struck. "You're so fucking perfect, so goddamn gorgeous. Look at you, jesus."

Slowly, I take a step toward him and he exhales again. "You look amazing," I rasp.

"I didn't expect to see you, I...god babe, you're literally taking my breath away. You look ethereal, like perfection. The dress, your hair, your face...I just fell in love with you over again."

A small smile grazes my lips, heart pounding. "You think so?"

"Think? I fucking know."

My hands tremble slightly at my sides, and for a minute we just stare at each other. We savour this moment, our last moment as fiancè and fiancee.

The last moment before we become Mr and Mrs.

Before we become husband...and wife.

"We're really doing this," I say.

He grins wide and nods. "We are. Finally...my wife."

Blood rushes quickly beneath my skin, nervous butterflies swim around in my belly.

"I know you're not supposed to see the bride before, but...I just wanted, no... I needed to see you."

He limps forward, and my frown deepens. "What happened, Ezra?"

"Had an episode, still recovering to be honest."

"I know," I sigh. "I mean, not that. I'm talking about this morning. You got me worried."

He takes my hands and lifts each knuckle to his lips. "Firstly, I want to apologize. I am so sorry for running off this morning with the guys. I am so sorry for causing you to worry, and not calling...I actually forgot my phone at the suite."

"For a second, I thought you were bailing."

He jerks back, offended. "I'd never bail on you. Never. Not when I've dreamed of this moment the minute you came into my life," he assures me. "The truth is, I lied...about Donovan."

"I figured."

"We never found him, and I didn't want to scare you. It was risky going ahead with the wedding without a firm stance on where he was."

"So how about now?" I ask. "Did you find him?"

"We got his location this morning. It was meant to be a quick in and out but things got...heated, and then, emotional."

My brows furrow. "Emotional? What do you mean?"

"I mean Donovan is here."

"In a cell? Is there a cell somewhere? Did you tie him up in the trunk?"

"No." He shakes his head. "He's here...as a wedding guest."

I blink, my lips falling open. "Are you guys insane?!" I shriek. "You invited the man that nearly killed me to our wedding?"

"He apologized."

"What the hell, Ezra?!"

"Baby, baby–" his arms circle my waist. I see the slight wince on his face when he moves, and I force my emotions down. "It's been three years, and the man...god, he's wrecked. I don't know what it was, but when I saw him, I felt...sorry for him."

I search his eyes, and then squeeze mine shut for a bit.

When I finally open them again with a small exhale, I ask, "Are you sure he's being genuine?"

"Yes, I am."

"So we're not going to have any trouble?"

"We won't, I swear it. But the bikers and security are still on ground. They know to watch out for any suspicious activity."

After a second of contemplating his words, I cave. "Okay, fine. Let's just...let's get this over with."

The moment I say that, I hear a knock on the tent door and Judi's voice. "Wren, come on, it's time."

Ezra and I exchange one more look, and for the first time since I got in here, I touch him.

The soft material of his jacket contrasts beautifully against his hard biceps. I let my hands glide down his arms and to his hands.

Lifting his left hand, I kiss his ring finger. "This finger will soon have a ring on it."

"I can't wait to have you put it on me."

"I'm so glad I get to marry you," I murmur softly.

His eyes shine, a wobbly smile on his face. "I'm so glad you said 'yes' to me...to 'us'."

There's a thick lump in my throat, and my eyes prick with tears. "I guess...it's time."

"It is."

I take steps back from him, slowly, until our fingers untangle from each other, our eyes still locked on each other.

And when I turn, his voice comes in a second later. "I'll see you out there, wife."

I pause at the door, look over my shoulder once and wink. "I'm not your wife...yet. But I will see you out there, fiancé."

"If you need to cry, Wren, tell me and I'll show you the video of the guys dancing to entertain the guests again," Judi murmurs from in front of me.

Ray snorts. "So what are you saying? That we're comic relief?"

"Yes. Exactly what I'm saying, Raymond."

We all laugh at that.

I had seen the videos and Judi is right, these men do not know how to dance to save their lives.

A single clap cuts through the air, and I don't have to look to know it's Sasha. Judi gives me the stink eye, and I bite my lip to stifle my giggle.

"Okay," Sasha says. "Once the music starts, the little bride and groom goes first, then the flower girls, the brides maids and then the bride. Just like we rehearsed."

And just like that, the music starts. It's a slow tune, no lyrics, just instrumentals. This was Ezra's idea...a violinist and a pianist hired.

As the kids begin moving, my stomach churns. It's not nerves, more like nauseating excitement.

Judi arranges my veil and the train of my dress, before joining the bridesmaids. They're nearly out of sight when the music changes.

It's my turn.

My moment to walk down the aisle.

Ray holds out his bicep, and I hook our arms together, while my other hand holds onto my bouquet of white flowers.

He smiles at me. "Are you ready?"

"I am. Are you?"

"Fuck no."

And I laugh at that.

My brother, despite all his pouting about me and Ezra getting married, I know he loves us. He wants us to be together.

And when I asked him to walk me down the aisle, he broke down into sobs and said yes.

We've been through so much together, he's the only family I've ever known. And now, he's walking me into my new family.

No.

Not my new family...rather, an extension of our family.

We finally make it to where the guests are, and when they see us, everyone rises to their feet.

Ezra stands at the end of the makeshift aisle scattered with petals, Ajax, his best man stands a couple feet away.

He subtly dabs at his eyes, and I can't help the grin that spreads across my face even though tears threaten to fall.

Today, my heart is full.

Everyone fades into the background, and all I see is him.

Just like we planned, Ray stops me halfway down the aisle, and he places a kiss on my cheek, his eyes red-rimmed from holding back tears.

"You make a stunning bride," he whispers. "I'm so proud of you, Chirp."

Chirp.

My feelings for that nickname have changed. I don't hate it anymore. To Ray, I'll always be 'Chirp'.

And as I walk the remaining distance to Ezra—my man, my...husband—with my heart beating wildly for him, I'm certain that if I've never gotten anything right in my life...I've got this one right.

Slowly, the distance closes between us and we face the pastor that we hired as everyone takes their seat while Judi grabs my bouquet.

"Face each other," the pastor instructs, we obey. "Today, we are gathered to witness the matrimonial joining of Mr Ezra Adonis Jax, and Miss Wren Maddison Carlisle...."

Tuning him out, I stare at Ezra through my veil.

Everything rushes to my mind, from the beginning.

The very first time we met.

When I returned from Seattle.

Our game of cat and mouse.

The way our love grew.

The pain and grief we shared.

Our move to England.

They all hit me like a train wreck, and when we recite our vows to each other, I know that he means every word, the same way I mean every single word I say.

From the corner of my eye, Bryan, our little ring bearer, runs up the aisle with Quincy behind him, and hands the rings to Ajax who hands it to the pastor.

"Will you, Mr Jax, take Miss Carlisle as your lawfully wedded wife?"

Ezra takes a small step forward and lifts the veil off my face, and with a breathtaking smile he answers;

"Fuck yes, pastor!" He slaps a palm over his mouth, wide-eyed. "Shit, I'm sorry. I mean, I do."

The crowd laughs, and so do I.

"You're so crass," I mouth.

He winks. "You love it."

"Will you, Miss Carlise, take Mr Jax as your lawfully wedded husband?"

I nod gently. "I do."

We slip our rings on our fingers.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Ezra yanks me by the waist, dips me and claims my mouth in a searing kiss.

And the crowd hoots and hollers.

I spot the empty chair up front with the framed picture of Hayden's onesie, and I smile to myself.

'Hey, Hayden darling,' I say in my mind. 'Today, I married your daddy, and you aren't forgotten.'

When he helps me back up, he cups his mouth.

"Everyone!" He hollers. "This is my fucking wife!"

And they all go crazy.

Well, I'm a fucking wife!

And I fucking love it here.