He puts both hands behind his head as he lies back down. His eyes hold mine and he smiles broadly.
My face mirrors his. “What?” I smile.
“I kind of like being married to you.”
I widen my eyes at him in jest.
“I know. Shocking. Isn’t it?” He smirks.
I pull my dress over my shoulders and slink into it.
“Come back to bed.” He frowns. “I’m not finished with you.”
I sit on the bed and kiss him once more. “I’m not finished with you, either, but I have to go.”
He frowns and gets begrudgingly out of bed and my eyes drop down his naked body. He is one hell of a fine specimen. Tall, athletic, muscular broad chest, with a scattering of dark hair. His hair is dark brown with a little bit of length on the top allowing it to have a just fucked, messy look. His eyes are dark brown and he has a dark, two-day growth going on. My eyes drop lower to the dark, short, well-kept pubic hair that encases the grand jewels. The man is well endowed and hell, he knows it. I can imagine that he has every woman he sleeps with fall madly in love with him.
He has money. He smells of it. The clothes he had on last night. The Rolex watch. The well-dressed, large group of men he was with. I think his shoes alone would have cost a couple of grand. This room is luxury. It’s not even a room, it’s a suite… incomparable to my shitty shared room with two single beds next to each other that me and two girlfriends are sharing because we have no money. He pulls on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Can I take you out for breakfast?” he asks.
I glance down at myself. Ugh, I look abysmal and I fake a smile. “No. But thank you.”
He frowns as he pulls me into him again. “Are you trying to get away from me?”
I smile into his lips. “No, I just got to go.”
His lips linger on mine. Oh to hell with budget. Stay and fuck this guy stupid. I pull out of his grip and pick up my handbag.
“Hang 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 and scribble on the hotel notepad 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 the door.
“Morning,” he offers to the man standing next to his door in a suit.
“Morning,” the man replies.
I frown. Who is that? I glance around at all of the doors in the surrounding hallway have men in suits outside every room. He takes my hand in his and we start walking down the corridor. “Who are they?” I whisper.
“Security,” he replies casually as he strides along.
I frown as 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 down at me as he kisses my hand and keeps walking. “Relax. Ignore him.”
I frown as my eyes flicker to the man behind us. “Oh, okay.”
We get to the lift and I have to take out my key card to see where my room is again.
“We will be fine,” he tells the security guy before we enter the lift. The guy nods and stays on the floor we came from.
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’s he doing?
“So you just used me and abused me all night, is that it?” he asks in an over exaggerated voice. I hear a lady behind us gasp in shock and the other people all pretend to not 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 have had enough I’m going back to prostitution,” I reply.
“Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He frowns, acting serious.
I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud.
“Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers.