I glance down at myself. Ugh, I look abysmal, but I fake a smile. “No. But thank you.”
He frowns as he pulls me against him again. “Are you trying to get away from me?”
I smile. “No, I just got to go.”
His lips linger on mine. Oh to hell with my budget. Stay and fuck this guy stupid. I pull out of his grip and pick up my handbag.
“Hold on a sec until I get some shoes on and I will walk you to your room.” He disappears into the bathroom. I quickly take out fifty dollars and put it on his bedside table, scribbling on the hotel notepad sitting next to his phone.
Whoever said gambling never pays;
has never lost to you
I needed this money, but a bet is a bet.
He won it fair and square.
He fucked my tits until they were chafe, just like he said he would.
He exits the bathroom. “You ready?”
I nod and smile as I follow him out of the door.
“Morning,” he greets the man standing next to his door in a suit.
“Morning,” the man replies.
I glance around. All of the doors in the surrounding hallway have men in suits outside them. He takes my hand in his and we start walking down the corridor. “Who are they?” I whisper.
“Security,” he answers casually as he strides along.
I nearly have to run to keep up with him. “What for?” I whisper.
“Oh. My brother is here…” He hesitates for a moment. “He has money.” He rolls his eyes. “I forget they are even with us, I’m so used to it.”
“Oh.” I frown. That’s random. I turn back and see one of the men following us down the corridor. “He’s following us,” I whisper.
He smirks as he kisses my hand and keeps walking. “Relax. Ignore him.”
I frown as my eyes flash to the man behind us. “Oh, okay.”
We get to the elevator and I have to take out my key card to see where my room is again.
“We’ll be fine,” he tells the security guy before we enter the elevator. The guy nods and stays where he is.
We get into the crowded elevator and stand at the front. I smirk up at him as he holds my hand.
“I can’t believe you are ditching me on our first day of marriage,” he says loudly so everyone can hear.
My eyes widen in shock. What is he doing?
“So you just used me and abused me all night, is that it?” he asks in an exaggerated voice. I hear a lady behind us gasp in shock while the other people pretend not to listen.
I smirk. Bastard! Two can play this game. “Yeah, well, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. And you were totally shit in bed, by the way,” I reply dryly.
“What about our kids?” he asks, acting offended.
I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else.
“Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can bring them up. I’ve had enough. I’m going back to prostitution.”
“Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He scowls, acting serious.
I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud.
“Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers.
“Shh,” her husband hisses.
He drops his head to stop himself from laughing, and he squeezes my hand in his. I squeeze it back as I bite my bottom lip.
The elevator doors open and he walks out, striding down the hall toward my room. “What number?”
“Three Two Two.” I smirk.
We continue walking until we get to my room and I turn toward him.
“This is your room?”
“Yep.” I smile. Oh, I don’t want to go in. I want to stay with him another night.
He takes out his phone. “Can I have your number?”
I raise a brow. “Why?”
“So I can sell it to the highest bidder. Why do you think?” he replies dryly.
“I live in New York, you know...”
“Yes. I’m coming to New York next weekend.”
“Since when?” I frown.
“Since now.” He smiles as he kisses me. His tongue rims my lips. “Donnez-moi votre numéro avant que je vous traîne retourner dans ma chamber.”
Translation: Give me your number before I drag you back to my room.
Could this guy be any more fun?
He takes out his phone and types Wife into the contact list.
I laugh. “You can’t save me as wife?”
“Who says?”
“Me.”
He grabs my behind and pushes me up against the door. “While you’re in Vegas, you’re my wife, and if I want to fuck you up against the door here, I can.” He growls against my neck.
I laugh into his shoulder as I push him away. I take his phone and type in my number, and he smiles, his lips lingering on mine.
“I’m coming to New York next weekend and getting a hotel for us. Where do you want to stay?”
I laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“And you are fucking addictive.” He smiles on my cheek as he grips me tight.
We laugh our way into one final lingering kiss before his lips drop softly to my neck.
“Goodbye, my beautiful wife,” he whispers as his eyes search mine.
I feel my heart somersault in my chest. “Goodbye.” I smile softly.
He starts walking backwards up the hallway as he points at me. “I will see you next weekend?”
I smirk as I cross my arms in front of me and watch him go.
“Don’t bother packing clothes because you won’t be needing any,” he calls.
I smirk again and shake my head. God, he’s a bona fide sex maniac.
A porter walks past and he calls out to him. “Excuse me, do you have any wheelchairs available?”
I cover my mouth to hide my giggle. He wouldn’t?
The porter looks down at his legs, wondering what is wrong with him that requires a wheelchair.
“Oh, its not my legs. I have a very sore dick.” He points to his groin. “Hard night.”
The porter frowns as he looks at his crotch.
I burst out laughing, and they both turn to look at me. With an embarrassed wave I walk into my room and close the door. I shake my head in disbelief at the crazy events that have panned out over the last twenty-four hours. I lean against the back of the closed door with a broad smile on my face.
Wow.
What an unexpected night.
What an unexpected man.
2
Cameron
I sip my scotch to hide my smirk, my eyes meeting my brother Joshua’s over the table. It’s 3am and we are playing poker in the high roller room in Vegas.
A trace of a smile crosses his face, and he shakes his head, almost to himself, as he lights his cigar. He’s just worked out that I’m counting cards.
It’s the thrill of not getting caught that enticed me to cheat. It has nothing to do with the financial gain. I don’t need the money. But I do thrive on excitement and this is the most fun I have had in years—apart from last night with Bloss. I get a vision of her above me and I feel myself harden slightly under the table.
God, she was so fucking on point.
Mind.
Body.
Mind.
Two men across the table are arguing about something, so I take a moment and glance down at my phone, scrolling through my pictures to find the photo I took of her while she slept. She’s naked and on her side with both hands underneath her angelic face. Her long, honey-colored hair is splayed across my pillow, and the white linen is draped over her body. It’s weird really—I have never been inspired to take a photo of a woman before then, but she just looked so gorgeous asleep in my bed… I couldn’t resist. I send the image to my cloud to save it. My phone beeps, alerting me to a text. It’s Joshua.