short, dark, well-kept pubic hair that encases his grand jewels. The man is well endowed and hell… he knows it. I imagine that every woman he sleeps with falls madly in love with him. He has money. He smells of it. plus 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 my two girlfriends and me 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?”
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