For some idiotic reason he'd been following Jacob's advice. Jacob, who had never been in a relationship that lasted longer than 48 hours. He'd actually been basing his strategy to win Serena on Jacob's questionable guidance. What was he thinking? He'd let Serena be the boss. He hadn't followed her to Maui even though every cell in his body had demanded it because that would have been typical dominant male behavior. He'd watched her walk up the aisle looking like a complete wet dream come true in that red dress and hadn't dragged her off to the nearest bed. He'd even danced with her when that had seemed the most ridiculous, luke-warm act he could commit when his body was crying out for something much more sweaty and intimate after three weeks of aching for her. He had resisted all those impulses because he thought Serena needed to be in control. But that wasn't true. She didn't need to be the boss. She needed an equal, and he was acting like a little piss-ant, running away when she was finally trying to communicate with him. He was just turning around when he felt a small, manicured hand on his arm. "Mark," Cherry Pizor said in her breathy, little girl voice.
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