Love Me Not

LOVE ME NOT A WEDDING BELLS ALPHA NOVEL BOOK 10 WESTON PARKER STAR KEY PRESS CONTENTS Find Weston Parker Description Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Epilogue Insider Group About the Author Copyright FIND WESTON PARKER www.westonparkerbooks.com DESCRIPTION It’ll be a cold day in hades when I get married again. Besides, as a billionaire widower, dating isn’t a priority. I have more important things to focus on. My mother is overcompensating for having an eternally single son by getting married herself. And who does she insist on having plan the wedding? Me. The guy who’d rather spoon his own eyes out than have to sit through a wedding ceremony. She layers guilt on guilt until I can’t say no. It’s her day, after all. But I don’t know the first thing about planning a wedding. Apparently, there’s a difference between warm white and cool white. I need a professional. That’s when she comes in. A breath of fresh air with curves that shake me right to my core. She’s going to be the perfect distraction. And the hot piece on my arm as my date for the wedding. Two birds. One stone. An ice-cold heart thawed and wanting love. Introduction Hey! We’re missing you over here at the Parker’s Insider Group. Where you at?!? Come grab your spot with the best book part in town and let’s connect. Also you get a FREE novel when you join, cause, why not? See you on the inside… Get it HERE 1 TRISTAN The last funeral I went to had been my wife’s. Ever since, I’d avoided them like the plague. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to do that with this one. Thick, dark gray clouds hung low overhead, and the fuzziness of the air in the distance told me it was raining not so far away. Sitting in the backseat of my town car, I stared up at the small, stone church my mother had chosen for the occasion. Through the open door, I made out a glimpse of a framed picture on an easel surrounded by rose petals. If this had been anyone else’s funeral, I wouldn’t have been able to see that from here. It would’ve been surrounded by mourners and a steady procession of people paying their respects on their way into the service. That was not true in this case. Not that I was particularly surprised. Shitty human beings didn’t usually attract as many mourners as the good ones did. I sighed, meeting my driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “Are you ready, si—” A loud bang at my window cut off his question and I twisted in my seat to see my mother arching a dark eyebrow at me through the glass. Her graying hair was covered by a dainty black hat. One of those with the mesh visor hanging from the front. Yeah, I don’t know what that thing is called, but it’s ridiculous that she’s trying to hide her face. Unless it’s because she doesn’t want people to see her smile at her husband’s funeral. “Are you coming?” she called softly, just loud enough that I’d be able to hear her but not so loud to cause a scene. “Or are you just going to sit there?” I grunted, rolled my eyes, and reached for the door handle before looking back at Tim, my trusty driver. “Don’t go too far. This shouldn’t take long.” He nodded his understanding, his expression businesslike and unsympathetic—probably much like my own. “Yes, sir.” When I opened the door and climbed out, my mother took my arm and held on to it as she started dragging me to the few stone steps leading up to the door. “Excellent. Now that you’re finally on the move, we can get this over with.” “In a hurry, are we?” I asked as I glanced down into her bright green eyes, a bunch of shades lighter than my own. “Where are you running off to? Hot date?” I was joking, but when my mother shrugged in response, my heart did a weird lurch and jerked as she pleaded with her eyes for me to understand. She patted my arm. “It’s not a hot date, but I have plans after this with my boyfriend.” “How do you have a boyfriend already?” I choked out. “Dad only died a few days ago.” “You know we’ve been separated for months, darling. Your father, may his soul rest in turmoil, was a cheating bastard and everyone knew it. You can’t honestly tell me you’re surprised I didn’t wait for him to finally give me a divorce or kick the bucket before I moved on. I didn’t want to be the only one left in our marriage, so I got out too. It’s hasn’t been a secret that there was no one left in our relationship recently.” As I thought it over, we ascended the steps and passed the framed picture of my father in the foyer. I didn’t stop to look at it, but I knew the picture she’d chosen. It was a good one, a respectful choice, but his flat brown eyes were uncaring even as they stared back at me from a photograph taken many years ago. It was seeing those eyes that made me nod my agreement with my mother’s statement. “I guess you’re right. It shouldn’t have surprised me. I just wasn’t expecting to find out about it today, is all.” We paused outside the interior doors and she looked up at me, straightening her spine a bit before she let