With a cigarette in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, I should be horrified at the sight of him smoking, but in his tight black jeans and denim shirt, he looks hot as hell. Matteo walks closer until he stands right above me.

"How was today for you?" His eyes meet mine. He takes one final drag and drops it to the ground, stubbing it with his loafers.

"Good! I bet you had a good time?" I grin. I bet he did. All the bride maids practically trapped him on the ...