James.

‘There he is, being an asshole again,’ I thought to myself, my jaw clenched as I watched the new butler, Sylvio, scurry about and set things up. Becca and I were currently at the hall where the wedding would be taking place. She’d hired a butler who was no less than a pain in my side.

He favored little underhanded insults he thought would go over my head. “Oh, you’re the groom. Beg my pardon, sir. I just assumed you were the father ...