Bossy Baller - Melissa Belle Page 0,2

got a lot of hours on the road ahead of you.”

“You don’t think you could do it?” I say just to fuck with him.

His blue eyes flash with amusement. “Of course I could. My cousin couldn’t, though.”

Dylan punches him in the arm. “Right. I love to drive. The longer the better.”

The Wild cousins are like my brothers, but that doesn’t stop us from being competitive as hell with one another. Competing is also a good way to ignore reality—Dylan, Colton, and I are about to part for the first time in three years. I don’t know how the others are feeling, but to me, leaving college behind and going pro feels a bit like jumping off a cliff.

I grab the last of my bags off the sidewalk and toss it into the truck. I bought Dylan’s old truck off of him for a ridiculously low price. He’s already got a brand-new sports car sitting in the parking garage of his apartment building right down the street, so I don’t feel too bad.

Dylan’s contract makes mine and Colton’s look like pocket change. Not that I’m complaining. My salary is something I’m immensely grateful for. But with the majority of my first paychecks going to my dad’s medical expenses that aren’t covered by his insurance, not to mention his rent, I can’t afford to mess around with money right now.

“What’s with all the shit in your truck?” Colton asks Dylan.

“That’s for Mav’s road trip.” Dylan turns to me. “You said you planned to camp on the way, right? So I left my tent and other stuff in here for you.”

“Thanks. How much?” I reach for my wallet, but Dylan holds up a hand to stop me.

“I’m replacing it. That’s all yours. Keep it with you in Chicago.”

“I appreciate that, Wild.” I clear my throat.

As we’re laughing, a woman wearing a wedding dress gets out of a taxi. She steps onto the sidewalk right next to us before she looks up at the courthouse across the street and halts.

“Bride to be?” Colton says as he follows my gaze.

I barely hear him.

Like she can feel my gaze on her, she turns in my direction. Her expression is flat without a hint of a smile.

Yet, I can’t take my eyes off of her.

This woman’s clearly taken, and she’s not my usual type of blonde and thin.

Her eyes are ice-blue, and outside of her blood-red lipstick, her makeup is surprisingly light considering she’s so dressed up. Her hair, though—it’s spectacular.

Jet black and piled on top of her head in an intricate knot-thingy, it highlights her pale skin.

I have the urge to ask her if she’s okay, which makes no fucking sense considering today’s clearly her wedding day. She shoots me a second glance, and then…no doubt about this…

She checks me out.

Her eyes travel the length of my body and back up to my face. When she catches my gaze and realizes I know exactly what she just did, her cheeks turn the most gorgeous shade of deep red. Her eyes get even icier blue, and she spins on her heel and takes off. She disappears around the corner, and I exhale in disappointment.

An ache starts in my chest…and I don’t even understand where that feeling just came from. I’ve only ever allowed myself to feel the loss of someone once before, and that was years ago.

“What the hell was that?” Colton demands.

I nearly forgot he and Dylan were next to me.

I turn toward them and try to throw on an indifferent expression. “No clue. She was checking me out, though.”

“No shit.” Dylan chuckles. “Man, you loved every second of it, too. You do know what a wedding dress means, right? Unless you’re the guy she’s walking down the aisle toward, it’s hands-off.”

“I got it,” I snap.

“Mav, I think you just fell for a woman on her wedding day.” Colton smirks.

“Fuck off, Colt.”

I glance toward the courthouse. The woman is long gone.

Wanting to change the subject, I look into the back of the truck under the pretense of making sure I have everything. “Let me finish up here, and then we’ll go grab coffees on the corner.”

Chapter Four

Hannah

After I walk through the revolving doors of the courthouse, I pass through the metal detector and then search the ground floor for Craig.

He’s nowhere to be found. A flash of annoyance hits me. I’m on time, but he’s late. No surprise there. Craig has been late for anything and everything to do with our wedding.

I try his cell, but