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2025-03-10 23:44:15I 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.
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.
If you get me barred from this casino.
I am going to break your fucking neck.
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“Cabin crew prepare for take-off.”I put my head back onto my headrest in annoyance as the plane rolls down the runway.The phone is gone. Nobody saw it and when they went back to look for it this morning, it had vanished.I’m so fucking pissed.“It might turn up.” Murph shrugs as he sips his drink from his seat opposite me.I look at him deadpan.Joshua smirks from his seat next to Murph. “It’s gone. It isn’t coming back.”“You’re not helping.” Murph sighs.I roll my eyes. Adrian Murphy—Murph, as we call him—is our best friend. He is the General Manager of Joshua’s company, good looking, young, and as gay as all hell. He is forever the optimist and finds a silver lining in every event.“It’s backed to the cloud, though, right?” Joshua asks. “It’s not that bad.”“There is only one number on that whole fucking phone that I want. It is not in the cloud.”“That chick from the other night…” he replies flatly.I stare out the window as the tarmac starts to scream past.“She might call you,
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“Here, here.” She smiles. “Are we going to meet the others at Luco?”I take a mouthful of my grilled halloumi cheese salad and shake my head. “Hmm, this is good.” I gesture to my food. “You know I don’t really feel like going to Luco tonight.”“Why not?”I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s a dating kind of place and it’s not like I am going to see Vegas guy sitting there waiting for me.”Jen giggles around her mouthful of food. “You wish.”I laugh and sip my drink. “Tonight, we are going dancing. Screw bar Luco.”3Five years laterAshleyThe moving trucks come to a stop in the wide street, and my eyes flicker over to the back seat. “This is it, baby.” I smile.Owen looks out of the window towards our new house and I feel my nerves flutter deep in my stomach.It looks okay.The house is two-story with faded yellow weather-boards. It has a large veranda that wraps around the house. Climbing roses scale the posts, and a cobblestone path leads up to the front steps. It looks welcoming. I glance
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“Get on a plane. I’ll hire you a private plane,” I stammer.“It will take that long getting into one airport and out of the other…it’s quicker if I drive.”Shit.“All right.” I pause for a moment. “Can you leave immediately?”“Yes.” He sighs. “On my way.”I blow out a breath and the nurse wipes the perspiration from my brow. The room falls silent and everyone is edgy. I inhale deeply as I try to calm myself down. “Hanna,” I call.“Yes, Doctor.”“Can you keep in contact with Ashley by phone, please, and let me know if there’s any change, other than that I need to concentrate here.”“Yes, of course.” She pauses for a moment. “Calling her now.”I inhale again as I try to slow my heart to a regular beat.It’s okay, I’m going get there… fate couldn’t be so cruel as to let me miss another birth.Hold on, Bloss... hold on.Ashley“Ahhhhh!” I call as I sit slumped over in the car.Adrian’s eyes are nearly popping from the sockets and he’s driving like a maniac. We’ve been stuck in traffic for
