“I’m game,” Alexander says as he extends his hand to me.
“Why not,” I answer taking his hand and allowing him to help me up.
The moment I’m on my feet, Alexander wraps his strong arms around me and buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking good. Are you sure you want to go out? We could just go back to our suite . . .”
Heat instantly pulses through me while my body craves nothing more than to go to our room to go crazy on each other. But even in my drunken state, I know that’s a bad idea.
I press my hand against his chest. “No. We’re going out.”
Alexander sighs and presses his lips to the sensitive flesh just below my ear. “If that’s what you want. But—” he pulls away, but reaches down and threads his large fingers through mine and grins “—I’m not letting go of you tonight. No other man is going to have you if I can’t.”
My heart does a double thump against my ribcage as Alexander leads me out of the penthouse behind Yamada. That might be the nicest and most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me. Who knew Alexander King was capable of that?
THE SOUND OF THE MAIDS running the vacuum somewhere in the hallway wakes me and my head instantly begins to throb. Thank God for heavy hotel curtains that block out the sun, but I still don’t dare open up my eyes.
The bed I’m in bounces a little and I instantly freeze. I pull in a deep breath through my nose to steady myself and peel open one eye to spot a shirtless Alexander King sprawled out next to me.
I grimace and cover my face with my hands.
Oh. My. God. How could I let this happen?
I continue to mentally scold myself as I try to remember exactly what happened last night, but everything is such a blur. The last thing I remember was Alexander winning at bowling and him whispering possessively in my ear that made my knees a little weak and then leaving to go to a club. That’s it.
Hopefully, we just fell asleep in the same bed together. I lift the covers and stare down at my completely naked body. I’m guessing we had some hot, sweaty sex again. But I was too drunk to remember it and too drunk to force my body to listen to my head and not give in and fuck this man again.
Shit.
I grab the blanket with my left hand to pull it back so I can slip out of this bed before he wakes up. A single ray of sunlight cuts through the small opening in the curtain and shines on my hand, causing a brilliant sparkle to catch my attention.
I stare down at my hand and my mouth falls open as I spot a diamond wedding band on my ring finger.
“Holy shit!” I yell.
What in the holy hell is going on? My eyes focus on the ring as I desperately try to remember how this got on my finger last night because it’s definitely not a gag ring judging by the size of this thing. It’s a fucking monster and looks pretty real to me.
Alexander rolls over and rubs his face while he asks in a groggy voice, “What the fuck?”
My eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when I notice Alexander’s left hand has a ring on it too. I grab his hand and yank it closer to my face to inspect it. The sound of screams echo around the room, and it takes a second for me to register that it’s me who’s doing it.
“Ah. Shit, Margo. My ears,” Alexander complains.
“Look at this!” I order as I hold his hand up in front of his face so his eyes can focus on the ring on his own hand.
Alexander immediately sits up straight as a board in bed, suddenly wide awake, and his face contorts in disbelief. “What the . . . how . . . YAMADA?!”
The sound of bare feet slapping against the tile floor comes barreling towards us. When the bedroom door flies open, Yamada stands there wearing nothing but a pair of tighty-whities underwear and a black silk robe and a huge smile. “Happy honeymoon, madafakas!”