Exclusive Excerpt from The Billionaire’s Wedding

by Geoffrey Knight

It was the perfect day.

The morning was crisp, the skies were clear, and as the sun rose higher and higher it warmed the centuries-old brickwork of the Italian villa overlooking the Amalfi Coast. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of a nearby olive grove while champagne corks popped and the already gathered guests laughed and chatted in the azalea-filled garden. White ribbons adorned the pergola that stood perched on the edge of the villa estate, with the blue waters of the Mediterranean glistening in the background. And of course, there were flowers everywhere; propped neatly in antique vases on the outdoor tables, sprinkled across the grounds with abandon, and one perfect white carnation pinned to the lapel of Cal’s tuxedo jacket.

He looked more handsome than ever, his smile even more radiant as he stood under the pergola waiting for me to join him.

I was at once anxious, thrilled and terrified. But with one deep breath I managed to overcome my nerves and smiled as a sense of calm and certainty settled over me.

Here was the man I was about to marry.

Here was the man with whom I would spend the rest of my life.

Here was the man I loved, cherished and adored, above all else in the world.

The thought of finally sliding a ring on his finger made my heart race—and my cock twitch with utter bliss.

As I stepped up to him and took his hands in mine, I said with all the confidence in my soul, “I’m ready.”

That was when Cal asked, “Are you sure?”

My brow creased at his question. “Of course I’m sure. Why would you ask?”

“Because you’re not wearing any clothes.”

I gasped, looked down, and to my absolute horror I saw that I was standing there, stark naked, in front of Cal and all of our wedding guests.

And over my mortified scream, all I could hear was Mrs. Mulroney shout from the crowd, “Sweet Jesus in a Turkish bath house, someone slap that thing with a spoon before it takes somebody’s eye out!”

With a loud, “Oh fuck, I’m naked!” I jumped up out of my seat.

At least that was the intention, but the airplane seatbelt snapped tight around my waist and I slammed my forehead into the back of the seat in front of me, realizing I wasn’t at a villa overlooking the Mediterranean at all, but rather in a passenger plane bound for Europe and full of people who were now staring at me as though I was insane.

“Oh shit, did I really just say I was naked… out loud?”

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