Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (12 page)

“If it isn’t Jude, it is going to be someone else. All ages. All races. Men, women, frat boys, old men with dicks that never even worked. MATHIS! This is what you married!” The tears began to fall as he wrapped his arms around me once again.

“Please don’t. Please just let me go, Mathis. You can walk away with all your money. I don’t want anything. Just let me go.”

His grip tightened and I was sure that I would have bruises in the morning, imprints of his fingers all over my body.

“I’ll never let you go, Jennifer. I don’t care what anyone has to say. You are mine and I am yours. End of story.” His fingers wiped my tears away and before I realized what was happening; I was in his arms, and he was carrying my naked body across the room to the bed.

“I don’t care about everyone else...” His words blanketed me in a comfort I had never known, as he slowly began to kiss every inch of my body. “I only care about you. You are beautiful. You are everything I never knew I always wanted in life. It is going to take a lot more than Jude Emerson to make me walk away from you.”

“What did I ever do in life to deserve you?” I asked him as he cherished my body inch-by-inch. We both were still naked from our attempts at bathing separately. From him trying to take me on the counter. Him trying to take control of the situation.

I wanted to feel him make love to me but tonight the roles needed to be reversed. I needed to make it up to him. I needed to make him know it was okay, and I was going to at least
try
to stop running every chance I got. I needed to make love to him. Cherish him. Show him without words how much I loved him.

I pushed at his body and rolled him onto his back.

Concern flashed in his heated stare and I knew he was expecting me to bolt or fight him again. “Relax, let me make love to you, Mathis.”

I started at his neck, kissing and licking my way down his body, only stopping when his cock came into view. I wrapped my lips around his erection and pumped his cock with my fist. Up and down, only stopping when I felt the head pressing against the back of my throat. My tongue ran along the tip again, his dick jerking in my mouth. His balls began to tighten, and I pulled his cock free from my mouth. He groaned, but that would just be too easy. I loved knowing exactly what to do with my mouth to bring him to the edge of pleasure.

I seductively crawled up his body, stopping when my tits finally come in contact with his eager mouth.

His tongue swirled around my puckered nipples as his hands roamed freely over every inch of my body.

I moaned in appreciation of his oral skills, but I had to pull away because more than anything in the world I needed him inside me right this second.

His big cock pressed against my soaking wet cunt and I rocked my ass until he pressed between my folds. I only stopped once he is fully seated deep inside me.

He sat up, making his way to my tits again, and I wrapped my legs around his body before I slowly started rocking with him deep inside me. I could feel the head of his dick bottoming out inside me and I gasped with absolute pleasure.

I kept moving my hips back and forth, panting as my orgasm started to build deep inside my pussy.

His mouth sucked and bit on my nipples, pinching and rolling the other between his strong fingers bringing me closer to the brink of pleasure.

My head fell back in ecstasy as his dick rubs along my sweet spot and finally I tip over the edge.

“Oh god...” I breathed out in between moans of pleasure. Each pant and noise encouraging him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growled as I felt his dick empty inside of my cunt.

“I love you too, Mathis.”

As we walked through the mall, I dragged my mother into shop after shop. Mathis’ only instructions were to come home with a large credit card bill, and my mother was making it damn near impossible. Me, on the other hand, easy pleasey! Even though we had made up last night, and by made up, I mean had the most amazing sex all night long, I was still kind of ticked off at him. Knowing that no matter how much I spent, I could cover the bill with my savings account made it okay though. At least in my eyes.

“How about this hat, Mom? It would be perfect for church.”

She shrugged without saying a word. Something completely unlike my mother. Normally she never shuts up.

“Okay, Mom. What’s wrong?” I didn’t want to push her, because she could be hard to deal with, but something was seriously eating at her and I wanted to know what it was. Come to think of it, I probably didn’t want to know, but curiosity killed the cat. Or the ginger. Whatever.

“This Mathis guy... Are you happy, Jennifer? This all seems so strange.”

Bingo. I knew it was my husband. What do you say when you don’t even know the answer to the question?

“Mom, don’t worry about my marriage. We are happy. Don’t you see it when we are together?” Which was the truth, one damn fight in our whole...what... three days of marriage. That should be some kind of record right?

“I know, I just worry about you Jenny. Are you pregnant?”

I almost tripped over the manikin displaying a hot sequined dress. I couldn’t help but laugh at her assumption, but I guess being from the Midwest it was a pretty suitable assumption.

“No, mother. I am not pregnant.”

“Then what was the hurry?”

There was no answer, so I just shrugged as I grabbed the attention of the girl working behind the counter. That dress would be mine and I would knock my husband’s socks off with it. My train of thought had changed so much in the past few days.

“Do you love him?”

Damn, she was really doing a great job of screwing with my shopping game today.

“Yes, I do love him.”

I guess that finally answered that question.

But how do you fall head over heels in love with someone in a whole hand full of days?

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(Mathis)

The clients I was meeting for lunch were late. I was usually a laid back person but when it came to business, everything had to be spot on. On time. Smooth. My biggest pet peeves were these cocky types that felt they could walk all over me because they fucking had more money. Who the hell cares? I had money too but you don’t see me taking advantage of people. Or monopolizing their time. Okay, maybe I did. But that was no more. I almost busted out laughing. Who would have thought that Mathis Verlinden would change his ways? Be a better person? Not me, that’s for damn sure. But I was certainly enjoying my new skin.

There were a few certain people that would shit bricks if they found out that I had married. I guess it was only time before they knew since my face was plastered all over the Vegas papers.

I took a sip of the red wine, letting the fruity taste seep into my taste buds before swallowing. I always enjoyed a good glass of red.
Red
.

My pants tightened, my thoughts scattering to images of a pale curvy red headed thing that I had sent out shopping with her mom. I shook my head. Jennifer’s parents were something else. They put Bible thumpers to shame. I was all for religion, a higher power, and things like that but don’t force me to believe what you believe. I know there’s a God. I know my sins, and I know that I will have to fucking pay for them. No one has a right to judge others.

I shook my head, ridding myself of my inner rant and thought about the one thing that had invaded my mind since she walked into my club a couple of nights before.

Jennifer or Jenny Sunshine. I sighed. That woman was going to be the death of me and I fucking loved it. Every minute of it. Every inch of
her
.

She was still pissed at me. I could tell but I was thankful that we had made up somewhat last night. Letting her make love to me was one of the hardest things I ever had to do but she needed it.
I
needed it. I didn’t plan on giving her that much control in the future though. I just couldn’t no matter how hard I tried.

“Mr. Verlinden?”

I looked up and smiled at the waiter standing beside me and cleared my throat. “Yes?”

“Your lunch guests are running behind, but will be here in about five minutes,” he said, ringing his hands together.

“That’s fine. Thank you.”

The waiter nodded and walked away.

Fucking clients thought everyone was running on their time.

My stomach twisted, the hairs on the back of my neck tingling. Something felt off.

“Mathis Verlinden.” A heavy hand landed on my shoulder causing me to look up at the deep voice.

Antonio Conti stared down at me, his Italian boyish looks hiding the cobra that lived deep inside. His black eyes twinkled as he sat down beside me. “How’s it going?”

I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to speak when another person joined our table, sitting on the other side of me. My gaze travelled to him. No. It fucking couldn’t be. Could it?

The man sneered. “Hello, brother.”

Antonio looked between the two of us. “I had no idea that you were brothers. But, I can see the resemblance now.”

Fucking bullshit. Antonio knew. He set me up.

“Yan,” I bit out.

Yan Verlinden, older than me by a couple of years but, still the biggest dick in the whole fucking world. No matter, he always threw me under the bus. It started when we were boys and never stopped.

“How long has it been?” he asked, his voice clipped.

Not long enough. “Fifteen years,” I mumbled.

Yan smirked and ran a hand through his black hair. His piercing gray eyes bore into mine and if we weren’t in a public setting, I would punch the shit out of his smug grin.

“Now, this is interesting,” Antonio grinned. He was like a kid at Christmas, all bright eyed and practically bouncing in his seat. I swore he got off on other people’s misfortune. That’s why he wanted my clubs. That’s why he has tried undermining me for years, taking what is rightfully mine. Not anymore though.

“I heard you got married.”

I turned to my brother and leaned back. “Good news travels fast.” I was wondering how long it would take for people to find out.

Yan rubbed his hands over his mouth. “I also heard that she’s a high paid whore.” I couldn’t help but watch the nasty smirk spread across his lips. He was purposely trying to get under my skin, just as he had our entire lives.

My back stiffened. “She’s not a whore.”

“But she was. Once a whore, always—”

“Finish that sentence and you’ll be getting my fist as your next meal,” I growled.

“Now, now children. Let’s play nice. I have a business to steal…er…be a part of.” Antonio called the waiter over.

God, what was I getting myself into?

After ordering another drink, Antonio turned back to me. “Where’s your pet?”

My jaw clenched. “Dean’s around.” They didn’t need to know that he was sitting at a table with an elderly couple only a few feet away from us. The older folks agreed to have him sit with them as long as they got a picture with me. Fucking epic.

Antonio smirked. “So, since you obviously know my business associate, let’s get down to it then.”

“You can either work with me or go somewhere else to spend your money. I’m not selling my clubs.”

“This is a nice suit. How much did it cost? Five grand?” Yan asked, brushing off my shoulder.

I frowned.

“How would Jenny Sunshine feel if she found out about the illegal businesses you’ve had? Money, drugs, weapons, women…everyone eating out of your fucking hand…”

With an even stare, I looked at my brother. What had happened to make him hate me so much? My stomach twisted. Memories of my father beating him came to mind. Always comparing the two of us. I bit back a sigh. If I were him, I guess I would hate me too.

“Tell her,” I ground out. She would know before they had a chance to tell her anyways. I would tell her on my own. No secrets. She told me about her relationship with Jude and his woman. I was damn determined to make this work. For her and for me. For us.