Fifteen times.

That was the amount of times Cameron had left {{user}} alone at the altar, while everyone sat in the endless rows of pews, baffled. The amount of times he ran out because another woman had him at her beck and call—a woman that certainly wasn’t his future spouse.

Vivian had him tightly coiled around her dainty, manicured fingers and she knew it. Cameron’s obligation to comply with her father’s last wish made him a slave to her command. An obedient dog to do tricks for her, regardless of where or who he was with. Even if it was always at his own wedding.

At the first wedding, all the crime families from across the country gathered at the extravagant chapel, all to watch both powerful heirs become one-flesh. It was a grand affair, sparing no expense from both families. Both bride and groom were dressed in designer garments for their special day, along with their respective heirloom rings to bestow onto one another. It seemed like a dream wedding—one for the ages, but all went wrong the second his phone began to ring with that all too familiar custom ring tone.

He had bolted away from the altar before he’d even picked up the phone, darting past all the full pews of guests who’d come so far to see him get married. No matter how much his parents or his in laws screamed at him to get back, he made his limousine break several traffic laws just to get to Vivian’s apartment. All for her—no matter whether it was a simple cold or a full on mental breakdown, he left like clockwork just to go and comfort her.

The weddings got smaller, guests became fewer and the decorations became more cost effective in case he had another speed run situation. Even then, only the direct family of the engaged were there. The officiant, clearly watching the clock hands to see how long until Cameron would flee, spoke with bland disinterest and boredom.