AN: If you type in 'black woman in suit' into google, it isn't a flood of pictures with melanin rich females in suits!  It took me a minute to find this one which is frustrating.

MR. M:

It takes me a minute to fully wake up and then a more minutes to understand what just happened.

She ran from me.

Why did she run from me?

I wasn't imagining her saying that she missed me, I wasn't dreaming this time either, so why did she leave?

I stare at the ceiling contemplating my options.

Leave. Stay.

Or maybe, talk to her this time?

Moving fast, I make it in the hallway just as the elevator doors shut closed. I double time down the stairs only to run into people from the wedding party, the crowd is too big for me to get through to her room.

The crowd moves all the way down to the lobby where her groom is directing the chaos to black limousines. I try to ask where they're all going only to get strange looks as if the location is obvious.

I walk up to a surprised receptionist with a plan forming in my mind.

"What's the address to the venue?" I ask him.

The look on his face tells me that I won't get even a peep from him without further explanation.

"I'm going right now to pick up my suit from the shop in the town but I don't have the address." I add in tersely.

I don't blame him for not giving me anything because in his defense I'm not dressed for a wedding. Hell, I'm hardly dressed at all. I didn't think of a shirt when I ran out of my room so this man is getting an eye full of my chest. Luckily I have on some long shorts or he'd get a look at my boxers too.

His face smooths over and he apologizes before giving my directions to a church I passed while on my way here. With a location in mind, I calculate that it's not far from the suit shop I spotted last night.

He gets a quick, 'thank you' before I rush away.

The lone man in the shop is happy to see me before he's told that I need a suit in the next hour. His expression turns to murderous and I appease him when I inform him that I don't need a custom suit.

By the time I leave the shop, most of the town is awake and parking around the church is maddening. Most of the parking spaces are taken up by the limousines and then there's trucks for the decorations and photographers.

I follow the crowd into the building and then split off looking for the bride. When I ask, people pointed me to a room but Phoebe wasn't there.

I check the chapel and don't see her, so I decide to take an entire lap of the building. Thankfully it isn't that big but I still haven't found her.

The starting of music causes me to panic and race back to the chapel.

Phoebe has her hands out ready to open the doors before I grab her. She puts up a fight before I turn her around to face me. Surprisingly there's no one walking around to witness us.

Her face is a picture of shock, then anger, then I swear she's about to cry.

I feel the impulse to kiss her but hold back.

Phoebe then grabs my face and brings it down to her.

Our lips clash together painfully but neither of us complains. My arms wrap around her body and I pull her to me until there's no space between us.

The feeling of us together makes Phoebe pull back and she pushes herself out of my arms.

"I love you." I rush out before she can start yelling.

"No. No! You don't get to do this! Not today! What the hell? You're actually here? Why? WHY!" She starts pacing and I stand tall against her onslaught.

"I love you." Is my only response back. It's all I have.

"Are you fucking crazy? I just got better! And now this?" Phoebe looks cute as she paces and runs her fingers through her hair.

We hear people heading our way and Phoebe panics. I spot a door to out left and nod my heads towards it. She follows my hint and pulls me along with her.

Before the door can even close fully, somehow we're on each other again. There's something about enclosed spaces that makes people lustful.

"Has anyone seen Phoebe?" I hear a man yell from, I'm guessing, the chapel.

I hold onto her tighter just as she pushes away from me again.

"I can't. I can't." She keeps up her mantra until we're feet away from the other.

"Don't do this." I beg of her.

"I have to?" It sounds more like a question than a statement.

"You don't have to Phoebe, run away with me. Please."

"What! I can't just run away. Why today, why?" Her confusion turns into sadness and tears cloud her eyes.

"I love you. Please. Just give me another chance." I beg again. I fall to my knees for this woman and bury my face into her stomach.

Now we're both crying.

I feel her hands gripping my hair and I can practically feel her resolve slipping.

Until they play the wedding march.

"No! I have to go. We'll talk later."

She retreats quickly and slams the door after her.

I stare after her with tears cascading down my cheeks and a broken heart. I find no energy to move even after the song stops playing.

It's over.

I push to my feet and move towards the chapel. I need to know that she's happy with him. I want to see her eyes light up with happiness even though she's not looking at me.

Looking in, I see something that jump-starts my heart.

Phoebe is standing next to her groom, yes...

but what the hell?

~~

Phoebe:

Pushing away from Mr. M was hard as hell, especially when he's on his knees, but I need to get into my spot before they start walking down the isle.

I run past the frustrating bridesmaids and quickly dab my cheeks to get rid of the tears so the pastor won't see. As I dash down the isle, Ross gives me a look of pure fury but it changes when he sees my red eyes.

"We're talking later." He whispers and I nod my head knowing that it won't happen.

He's about to say something else, but then he sees his bride.

Rachel looks like a goddess, no one could tell that she was crying earlier. Her daughter walks with her up the isle and she's a spitting image of her mother.

The chapel is suspended in hushed silence as they walk up hand in hand. Many people start crying as Ross asks the girl for her mothers hand, but there's not a dry eye in the room when he asks the little girl for permission to become her father figure.

About halfway through the ceremony, I see someone moving in the back.

Mr. M's eyes are locked on me and they look shocked.

I give him an eyebrow raise before turning back to listen to my best friends give each other their vows. I thought Ross' best friend vows were good but his wedding vows take the cake.

He not only promised to take care of his wife, but also their eldest girl and unborn child. Which had Rachel's little girl crying and running into his arms.

Cue everyone crying again.

By the time the pastor gets to the kissing, the chapel is in full applause and the atmosphere is thick with well wishes for the newly married pair.

I look around for Mr. M but I don't see him.

As Ross and Rachel make their way back to their personal car, a lot of people crowd me to state how well I planned the wedding.

I nod to most and dismiss the ones who made this shit so difficult. The florist and I make it back to the hotel before most of the party goers and make sure that everything is set up.

By the time people start coming back in, everything is set and the music is spot on. I slip out to find Mr. M but after a quick search of the lobby, I don't find him.

Giving up, I head up to my room to change. The reception is strictly casual so my tux will stand out. 

I change into a coral sundress and glumly make my way to the elevators. I enter the cramped space with my head down.

I'm barely keeping my emotions in check so when I feel a hand on the small of my back, I nearly break down at the small comfort.

Looking up, my eyes meet those of the man who's likeness can never be matched.

He looks at me concerned but I just shake my head at his unasked question.

Our eyes stay on each other and I swear it gets hotter as the elevator travels down. Even the people around us have noticed the change as they shift around.

When the doors finally open, Mr. M guides me in the opposite direction of the reception.

I don't even fight him.

We spot an empty office and make our way inside.

Neither of us move as we watch the other.

"What is it with us and empty rooms?" I ask before moving first.

Mr. M wraps his arms around me but he doesn't let me kiss him.

"I thought you were marrying him." Mr. M admits.

I look at him confused until it clicks.

"The newspaper article! Dammit, they printed out the revision though."

Mr. M shakes his head and buries his head into my neck. A shudder runs down my spine and I hold him close. I realize that I truly missed this man, not in a lustful way but in a 'he makes me whole' type of way which is completely terrifying.

"You came here to break up my supposed wedding?" I ask dumbly.

He doesn't respond verbally but he does nod his head. I laugh causing him to grip me tighter.

"It's no funny Phoebe! I thought I lost you, to HIM of all people!" Mr. M fumes.

I look into his eyes and see our future. It doesn't look picture perfect but it looks like ours. This man, who I didn't think would want me for longer than a week, made his way to some small town in order to stop me because he got a misprinted article.

"You'd never lose me Mr. M."

The moment the words leave my mouth, I know it's the utter truth.

"Use my first name Phoebe, you're my equal." His voice is husky.

He leans down and softly kisses me. It quickly turns into a heated tongue wrestling session and I end up on a desk with my legs wrapped around him.

I break our kiss to breathe out, "I love you Gareth."

Make sure to check out my 'Love from your Author' chapter or at least the bonus one named 'The Bartender'
AN: BOOM! We are officially done y'all! His official name is Gareth Marceles. And today marks the official two year mark of when I started this book. I did a search for 'sexy male names' and Gareth was the least basic on the list.

I'm not crying. You're crying.