Stiletto Justice At The Altar

Summary

Emma had always been too quiet, too fragile to keep many friends. On her wedding day, I was the only bridesmaid standing by her side.

During the pre-ceremony prep, the door to the bridal suite burst open. The groomsmen, already smelling of cheap beer and expensive cologne, crowded into the room. Before I could even react, one of them lunged forward, losing his balance, and slammed straight into my chest, pinning me flat against the mattress.

"Whoops! Just trying to share some of that wedding magic with the beautiful bridesmaid," Dustin laughed, his hot breath smelling of alcohol.