by T L Swan
“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.
“Shh,” her husband whispers.
He drops his head to stop himself from laughing and squeezes my hand in his. I squeeze it back as I bite my bottom lip.
The lift doors open and he walks out and strides down the hall toward my room. “What number?” he asks.
“322.” I smirk.
We continue walking until we get to my room and I turn toward him.
“This is your room,” he replies.
“Yep.” I smile. Oh, I don’t want to go in. I do 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 smile. “I live in New York, you know.”
“Yes, and I am coming to New York next weekend.”
“Since when?” I frown.
“Since now.” He smiles as he kisses my lips.
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.
I kiss his lips and smile. Could this guy be any more fun?
He takes out his phone and types the name 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 are in Vegas, you are my wife, and if I want to fuck you up against the door here… I can.” He growls into my neck,
I laugh into his shoulder as I push him away. I take his phone and type in my number and he smiles and his lips linger 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 are crazy.”
“And you are fucking addictive.” He smiles against my cheek as he grips me tight.
We laugh into one last lingering kiss and 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 up the hallway backward 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 walk backwards up the hall.
“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 to need a wheelchair.
“Oh, it’s 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 bedroom 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.
Wow.
What an unexpected night.
What an unexpected man.
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