Chapter Sixteen

Logan’s POV

I stood at the altar and waited for my bride to come into the church and walk down the aisle. Leah had picked a small church in the outskirt of town, just as I have instructed her, and so only a few selected guests are seated in the church.

Ethan is my best man, because I would not have anyone else, and his black suit shone bright. It was well tailored and designed, just like mine. Ethan had insisted that he would be the one to pick out our suits and tuxedos.

“There is no way I’m allowing a woman pick out your suit, Logan,” He had told me days ago.

I had laughed and asked him to go ahead and do whatever it was that would rock his boat, as long as I was not naked on that day, but when I saw a debit alert on suits purchase, I almost peed on my pants.

“Ethan!” I had yelled. “Get the fuck in here!”

When Ethan had entered, I had gotten up and backed him up by the wall in anger, towering over his miniature self, but Ethan had not recoiled in fear or anything. Damn the man, he is