Part 4 in the Mr White series by J A Fielding: My Honeymoon With Mr White. A interracial romance novel.
Natasha and Mitchell are finally getting married! Join them on this drama filled (but happy) wedding, and their honeymoon on a tropical island after. Follow this interracial couple as they go exploring, meet new people, and share their first days of married life together.
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This book is part of the Mr White Series. See it and all parts to the series on the BWWM Books page.
My Honeymoon With Mr White Sample:
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony,” the priest began. Natasha looked at Mitchell through her veil and smiled. She could tell that he could not wait to have her alone once again, to have her in his arms, to have her as his wife.
“If there is anyone here who has any reason why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, please say so now or forever hold your peace,” the priest said and paused, obviously to give people a chance to come forward. Mitchell looked at Natasha again. This was definitely the most tense moment in a wedding but he had nothing to worry about…or did he? Natasha shifted her gaze from Mitchell and then to the crowd and finally back to the priest. She looked over at Rita who was now smiling at her. At that moment she saw Rita mouth the words “all good.” She smiled again.
Suddenly, a gasp fell over the crowd. She turned around. There was a commotion among the guests, but she was yet to know what it was about.
“Oh hell no,” she heard Mona’s unmistakable voice. She looked around to give her the evil eye but Mona was looking at something else, at someone else in the crowd. She followed Mona’s cold look and felt as if she had just been stabbed in the spine. Right in the middle of the crowd, wearing a white strapless dress…wait…white? “Who wears white to a wedding?” she thought as she squinted to get a better view. Her heart almost skipped a beat when her brain registered the familiar female form.
“Mitchell, get that bitch out of here,” Mona said as she approached Natasha. “Get her out, NOW!” she commanded. She was clearly getting agitated. Natasha knew exactly what she was thinking. If only they had given her the few minutes alone she had asked for with this woman, this wouldn’t be happening. “It’s okay honey, we are not going to let some woman ruin this for you,” Natasha heard Mona whisper in her ear. She wanted to talk but for some reason, she could not find her voice. She was tongue tied, for the first time in a long time, she was literally tongue tied. She looked at Mitchell as she felt a stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.
“What the hell are you doing here, Lisa?” Leo asked. Natasha looked at Mitchell, confused by what was happening. He took a step forward and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“You can’t get married, Mitchell,” Lisa said as she began walking towards the front. “You and I still got something going on and you know it,” she said. Natasha could see the uncomfortable look on Mitchell’s face as she walked towards them.
“Is this some media thing? Is this being staged?” the priest asked in a hushed whisper as he looked at Rita and Mona.
“Does this look staged to you?” Rita asked angrily.
“Mitch, baby…why would you do this when you know what we have isn’t over?” she asked.
“Shut up, Lisa!” Mitch said angrily. “Leo, you’ve got to help me, man,” he said as he nervously looked at Natasha. “Everything’s going to be all right, sweetie,” he said. “I’ll take care of this.” He walked away, towards the crowd.
Normally, she would have so much faith in Mitchell, but not today. There was something off about this day. Why would his ex-wife show up at their wedding? Why would she make a scene? Why….just why? She needed answers. She needed to know why the best day in her life would suddenly become her worst nightmare.
“Lisa, you need to leave,” Leo said walking towards Lisa who had now walked up to the front. Everyone was looking at them in shock. Cameras were clicking away like crazy. This was not what Natasha had in mind when she decided on a small intimate wedding. All she wanted was one day she could be proud of, the day she deserved.
“No! Not until I get what brought me here!” Lisa said as she ran towards Mitchell. At that moment, Natasha noticed that she had something in her hand. She had a gun! She needed to get Mitchell out of there. She needed to make sure he would live through this. Again she tried to open her mouth to speak…but still nothing.
“Get out, bitch!” Leo said as he grabbed Lisa by the waist.
“Gun!” Natasha yelled as she found her voice. “Leo, gun!” she said again before a loud bang paralyzed the entire place. People ran around in panic. Women were screaming as the men tried desperately to shield their wives and girlfriends from the gunfire. She watched in a panic as her guests hurried towards the door, trying to escape the nightmare that was meant to be the best day of her life. Her breathing got increasingly labored as she struggled to catch a breath.
She suddenly felt weak in the knees. It was as if her legs suddenly couldn’t hold her weight. The voices around her became distant as her legs gave in…
To say that Natasha Black was over the moon would be a bit of an understatement. This was the woman who was destined to be the newest Schmidt in town, the newest addition to the Schmidt legacy. She and Mitchell were actually expected to be the new power couple. Screw Barack and Michelle; these two would definitely be the new force to reckoned with…at least that would be what the tabloids would be publishing.
As she walked down the aisle, she not only felt like the most beautiful woman in the room, but also the luckiest. She smiled at the guests as she walked holding on to her father’s arm.
“You ready?” Eric asked as they approached the priest. Natasha took a long deep breath and nodded.
“I guess so,” she whispered to her father with a smile. She looked over at Mitchell and felt herself melt. He was wearing the classic three piece black suit with a white shirt, a purple bow tie…perfectly in line with the color theme of the day.
“Who gives this woman to this union, today?” the priest asked calmly. There was a warmth about him. Apart from the robes he wore, you would have never suspected he was a man of the cloth had you met him in a bar or club.
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