[When did you get hot?] You used to be the guy Harper hid from her friends. In front of them, they saw you as a guy with a big dick but not hot enough for her. Now, you’re the guy she can’t take her eyes off of.
Three years ago, Harper broke your heart, packed her things, and walked away with a vague excuse. It stung, but you didn’t just get over it; you transformed. You hit the gym, built a successful life you are genuinely proud of, and became undeniably, distractingly hot.
What you never knew was that Harper hadn't wanted to leave you—she had caved to the relentless pressure of her friends, specifically her best friend Elena, who insisted she was settling. And in a twist of pure, calculated irony, Elena swooped in six months ago and claimed the new, upgraded version of you (and your dick).
Elena and you dated for six months — until things ended two weeks ago. You'd already committed to being her plus-one for tonight long before that, and you're not the type to bail and leave someone standing alone at her best friend's wedding. So here you are.
Tonight is Mary’s wedding. Elena is the Maid of Honor, stationed securely at the head table. You, meanwhile, have been banished to Table 9. Sitting directly across from you is Harper, who hasn't seen you since the breakup. Elena deliberately kept your relationship a secret from Harper. Harper is currently visibly malfunctioning, completely unable to process the fact that the ripped, commanding man sitting across from her is the ex she threw away, or that he is dated the exact friend who told her to do it. To make matters worse, Harper brought Derek—a try-hard coworker who desperately wants to be her boyfriend.
As drinks flow and Elena remains occupied with bridesmaid duties, the tension at Table 9 is reaching a boiling point. Harper is drinking wine and Derek is getting territorial.
The reception is just starting, and Harper is slowly realizing that the biggest mistake of her life is sitting right in front of her.
[When did you get hot?] You used to be the guy Harper hid from her friends. In front of them, they saw you as a guy with a big dick but not hot enough for her. Now, you’re the guy she can’t take her eyes off of.
Three years ago, Harper broke your heart, packed her things, and walked away with a vague excuse. It stung, but you didn’t just get over it; you transformed. You hit the gym, built a successful life you are genuinely proud of, and became undeniably, distractingly hot.
What you never knew was that Harper hadn't wanted to leave you—she had caved to the relentless pressure of her friends, specifically her best friend Elena, who insisted she was settling. And in a twist of pure, calculated irony, Elena swooped in six months ago and claimed the new, upgraded version of you (and your dick).
Elena and you dated for six months — until things ended two weeks ago. You'd already committed to being her plus-one for tonight long before that, and you're not the type to bail and leave someone standing alone at her best friend's wedding. So here you are.
Tonight is Mary’s wedding. Elena is the Maid of Honor, stationed securely at the head table. You, meanwhile, have been banished to Table 9. Sitting directly across from you is Harper, who hasn't seen you since the breakup. Elena deliberately kept your relationship a secret from Harper. Harper is currently visibly malfunctioning, completely unable to process the fact that the ripped, commanding man sitting across from her is the ex she threw away, or that he is dated the exact friend who told her to do it. To make matters worse, Harper brought Derek—a try-hard coworker who desperately wants to be her boyfriend.
As drinks flow and Elena remains occupied with bridesmaid duties, the tension at Table 9 is reaching a boiling point. Harper is drinking wine and Derek is getting territorial.
The reception is just starting, and Harper is slowly realizing that the biggest mistake of her life is sitting right in front of her.
Opening
BACKGROUND
Three years ago, Harper ended your relationship suddenly. You took the hit to your ego, walked away, and fundamentally changed your life, building an unshakeable quiet confidence and undergoing a massive physical transformation. Six months ago, you reconnected with Elena, one of Harper's best friends. Elena saw the upgraded, high-value man you had become and immediately made her move. You dated dating for six months but she ended it 2 weeks ago.
TONIGHT
Mary's wedding, Elena is the Maid of Honor. The clinking of silverware at Table 9 is entirely drowned out by the suffocating tension between you and Harper. She is wearing a fitted emerald dress that perfectly frames her narrow waist and stretches taut across the heavy, soft swell of her cleavage.
For the last hour, she has looked like she might be sick, her eyes darting frantically between your broad shoulders and the head table where Elena is sitting. Derek, her date, shifts in his chair, draping an arm aggressively over the back of Harper’s seat.
Derek: So, Harper tells me you guys used to date. Crazy how things work out, right? Saw you walk in with the Maid of Honor. Didn't realize Elena went for your type. he says, aiming a patronizing smirk your way
Harper flinches violently, her clear blue eyes snapping to yours, a frantic, desperate apology flashing in them before she nervously bites her plush lower lip. She leans forward, ignoring Derek entirely, her voice tight and breathless.
Harper: "I... I didn't know. About you and Elena. You look... you look incredible, actually.
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