He picks Gillian.

“Hey, thanks for the dance,” Vinny said to Bernice as soon as the final cords of the song had finished playing. She looked dejected at his leaving, obviously hoping for at least a few more dances together. “I’ve gotta share myself around the rest of the bridal party,” he added.

Vinny knew he was at this point turning down a sure thing with Bernice. She had quite frankly rocked his world last night with the way she had ridden him for all she was worth. But just like in boxing, the challenge wasn’t in defending his title, Vinny wanted to go out and claim new ones. Just like a fighter was known as the undisputed champ in his weight class until he held all three titles at once, Vinny had his mindset on claiming his third and final strap for this wedding weekend. Both Alexa and Bernice had fallen to his charms already, the final step in the three-peat would be Gillian.

As the bridal party shuffled their partners the next song, Vinny made sure he was standing there next to Christopher ready to sweep Gillian up into his arms for the following dance. As his luck would have it, it was a slower song just then that prompted the two of them to come closer together in a near waltz-like position.

“How are you enjoying the wedding so far?” Vinny asked Gillian, setting up his gambit for her attention.

“Oh, it’s just incredible!” she gushed to him, “Everything has just been so romantic. The ceremony was beautiful, I nearly cried. And Alexa’s dress was magnificent. Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous,” Vinny said and he didn’t have to lie. His secret lover did always look so sexy to him.

“But what about you? Are you having a good time?” Gillian asked earnestly.

It was the question he’d been waiting for. He carefully crafted his response. “Yeah. I guess so, well, I am. It’s just…” He tried to sound glum and hope she picked up on it.

“What is it? What’s been the matter?” Gillian asked, stopping the gentle circling they’d been doing to the music to rub his arms.

Vinny umm’ed like he was debating whether or not to tell Gillian something before caving in. “Promise you won’t say anything to Bernice?”

“I promise!”

“Well, I’ve just been finding her advances a little bit strong. It’s been making me feel uncomfortable, to be honest,” Vinny lied through his teeth then. That Bernice had come on so strong was how he’d managed to take her to bed and fuck her so easily last night.

“Oh, Vinny! That’s terrible,” Gillian looked devasted for him.

“I know, it sounds stupid coming from a guy. I mean you must get that sort of thing all the time. You’re so damn attractive,” he drizzled on some honey.

“Me! Never,” Gillian laughed at his compliment. “well, my…” she’d been about to say something before changing it, “this one guy was pretty keen on me.”

“So, you know what I’m talking about. Wow, it feels so good to be understood.”

The song was coming to an end.

“How about if I stick with you for the rest of the reception? Shield you from Bernice a little bit,” the sweet and caring blonde offered.

“Would you? That would make me feel so much more comfortable.”

And with Gillian’s offer, Vinny was able to avoid Bernice for almost the whole of the reception. To the outside observer, it might have looked as if Gillian had made her own play for Vinny, cutting in on her friend Bernice. Gillian made sure there was never more than a metre between them at any one time. They stayed like that for the next half a dozen songs before the pair of them went to the bar for drinks to freshen up. Gillian found that she was drinking more than she intended to keep pace with Vinny’s higher **** tolerance. The added drinks ensured that when they did hit the dance floor together, the lithely little blonde put her whole effort into dancing and bumping up against Vinny. Later, they’d had the cutting of the cake. Gillian swapped places with Christopher so that it was her and Vinny together at the end of the table. They might have been able to avoid Bernice entirely if Gillian’s smaller bladder and too many drinks hadn’t betrayed them.

“Ooh Vinny I really need to pee but I don’t want to leave you by yourself,” she told him when she was unable to hold on any longer.

Vinny looked around. The reception was starting to die down and people were beginning to say their goodbyes to Alexa and Daniel. Bernice hadn’t gone anywhere though; she was still there shooting Gillian **** stares by that point for moving in on her claim.

“Why don’t we go back to one of our rooms? You can use the bathroom there and I’ll wait outside,” Vinny suggested.

“Oh, that’s a good idea. Whose room shall we go to?”

“Bernice knows where my room is thanks to yesterday. She might think to look for me there. Yours is just down the hall so perhaps I could stay with you in your room tonight?”