Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (4 page)

“Why don’t you allow me to bring you home, Miss Sunshine.”

I wanted to laugh in his face. Yeah, exactly what I should do. Let some strange man drive me home. What was with everyone tonight and their fucked up sense of safety? Do they not know how many fucked up weirdoes are out there? Jesus!

“No thank you, I will just be taking a cab. Thank you again, Mr. Verlinden.” I turned the handle and made my way back toward the overflowing crowds of
Club Maroon
.

“It’s Mathis. Please, call me Mathis.” His voice vibrated through me and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. The tight red halter dress clearly was a bad idea for the night.

“Mathis,” was all I could say as I felt his arm wrap around my waist. I wanted to push him away, but my body just wouldn’t allow me to move, let alone use any kind of force to push free. Damn the alcohol. Damn it all to fucking hell!
I am so fucked.

“Let me give you a ride home, Jennifer. Maybe just a cup of coffee on the way?”

I never realized that would be the last memory I had of the entire night.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

What the fuck is that sound?

I slowly started to blink my eyes open when I realized the loud thumping in my ears isn’t my asshole neighbor blaring his techno bullshit for once. It was my own damn heartbeat and my head was pounding.

I looked around the room and panic flooded through my body. The flashy black and white suite was not my bedroom.
Where am I?
The last thing I can remember is Mr. Verlinden…damn it... Mathis offering to give me a ride home. I was clearly not home.

“Take the two pills on the nightstand and drink the entire glass of water. You will feel better in about an hour. I’ll draw you a bath in the meantime. Lavender or vanilla for the soak?” His voice was familiar.

I blinked my eyes open again as the bright sun punched me in the face. It hurts, dammit.
This is why I don’t drink! Shit!

“Where am I? Why am I not home?” I turned my head and finally see the body connected to the silky smooth voice. He was tall, a lot taller than I remember from last night. His dark shaggy hair was damp and messy. His strong jaw freshly shaved. The scent of leather and man invaded my nostrils. He smelled absolutely delicious, even from across the room.

“Lavender or vanilla, Jennifer?”

I ignored the question and took the pills. When I finished the glass of water, I finally mumble an answer. The moment I replied, he was up and through the door leading to the bathroom, drawing a bath for me.
Is this reality?

When he returned to the room, he was holding a long plush white robe. “I hope it fits. It is the only one Dean could find so early this morning when I sent him out.”

I pulled the sheet up to my chin and watched as he crossed the room to lay the robe on the bed. “Don’t worry, Jennifer, I didn’t take advantage of you last night; even though you are naked. Drunk women aren’t my thing. But sexy women who skip bra and panties are right up my alley,” he winked at me.

“Why am I not home? What am I doing here?”

“You are home, love. This is my apartment. We will be living here together. I will have Dean arrange for your belongings to be moved.” His voice was so soothing; I hardly noticed what he just said.

I jumped from the bed, taking the white sheet with me as I wrapped it around my naked body. I began stalking toward the bathroom, lost in my head.

“I don’t know what kind of game you are playing. But I am taking a bath and going home.” I slammed the bathroom door behind me and turned the running water off. That was when I noticed it. The matching, shiny wedding ring and diamond set on my left ring finger. Before I can even comprehend what happened, I stalk back to the door and throw it open.

“WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS?!?” I threw my left hand up in the air, waving it around like a lunatic. At this point, I was sure any ounce of sanity is completely gone. I lost it somewhere over the course of last night, when I apparently married a god damn stranger. All my years in Vegas I laughed at assholes who did shit like this. Now? I am one of them?
How the fuck did this happen?

“Calm down, love. I promise I will be good to you, Mrs. Verlinden. Go take a bath, then we will talk.” Like that he walked out of the bedroom and that is when I realize the sheet is gone. I am standing in the middle of a stranger’s bedroom, yelling like a fucking fool…butt ass naked.

Could this day get any worse?

M
Y
W
IFE

(Mathis)

The look on Jennifer’s face was priceless after she noticed the ring on her left hand. I was wondering how long it would take for her to realize that we were married when she didn’t seem to listen to a word I had said. Which mind you, was frustrating as hell.

I had to hold back a chuckle as I shut her in the bedroom. A string of curses sounded behind the closed door.

A grin spread on my face as I listened to my wife spouting words that would make a trucker proud.
My wife
. Never in my life did I think that I would be getting married. In Vegas. To a woman I just met. But, I knew I had to have her. Maybe it was taking advantage of her on my part. Okay, it was taking advantage of her, but by the end of last night when she practically fell into my lap, I had to think quickly. I didn’t know anything about the woman but I didn’t want to lose her. Call me selfish, but I had to make sure that she was mine.

A moment later, Dean strolled into my bedroom, sporting a small smile. Which was about as much emotion as Dean would ever give off.

I nodded. “How’s her friend…Nora is it?”

Dean grinned. “Nora is fucking perfect.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“How’s the wife?” Dean nodded, indicating the closed the door.

“Furious but she won’t be for—”

“I won’t be what?”

The door opened behind me and I turned around, breathing in the scent of vanilla. Jennifer’s gorgeous thick red hair was piled on her head, ringlets falling down to frame her face. My body stirred. What I wouldn’t give to have my hands wrapped tightly in her hair, tugging and pulling as I fucked her hard.

I smirked and waited.

Her gaze met mine, flashing with a hint of lust but was quickly replaced by a scowl.

Ah, she was fighting me. She wouldn’t be. For long.

“How was the bath?” I asked, stepping out of her way. I motioned to Dean and he took the hint, leaving us alone to work out our…issues.

“How do you think it was? I have a hangover from fucking hell and I woke up married to some rich asshole,” she fumed, holding the bathrobe tightly closed around her.

“I don’t see what the problem is besides waking up with a hangover,” I said and sat in the black leather chair in the corner of my bedroom.

“What did you do to me last night? Did you rape me? Force me to get married?”

I frowned, my jaw clenching and sat forward. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me and I may be a dick, but I’m not a fucking rapist. Besides,” I sat back and steepled my fingers under my chin. “getting married was your idea.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as she slowly sat on the edge of my bed.

My gaze travelled down her body that was covered by the white robe. Seeing her naked moments before did things to me that no woman was ever able to do. One look from her and my cock instantly hardened. This woman knew her way around a man but she was in for a surprise if she thought I would let her know that. There was no fucking way that she would have that kind of control over me. That’s why I agreed to marry her. Of course, a little birdy could have put the idea in her head but she didn’t need to know that either.

“Well there’s only one way to fix this.”

I knew what she was going to say before she even said it.

“Give me a divorce.”

Yup, there it was. “No.”

Watching the handful of emotions flash over her face was a moment I’d never forget.

Shock turned to rage which then in turn morphed into awe. She was impressed. I’m sure she had men eating out of the palm of her hand and I bet all of my money that she wasn’t used to them calling the shots.

“What do you want with me? Sex? My money? Cause clearly you don’t need it. You don’t need sex from me either since you probably have women throwing themselves at you,” she said, rolling her eyes, as her arms flailed in the air.

I smiled. She was jealous and didn’t that just make me fucking hard. “No, I don’t need your money but I will be fucking you…in time.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she shook herself.

There was no way that this woman was shy. Ever. But the way she reacted to my words let me know that I was getting to her. This would be very interesting.

I rose from the chair and closed the distance between us.

A small gasp escaped her full lips as she strained her neck to look up at me.

I reached between us and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her side and watched her eyes dilate.

Her pink tongue peaked out and licked over her bottom lip as her breathing picked up. She wanted my lips on her as much as mine craved the feel of hers once again. The small vein at the side of her neck pulsed as her heart beat quickened.

Leaning down, I grazed my nose lightly up the side of her neck, inhaling deep before nipping the soft skin just under her ear.

God, she fucking smelled good. I could feel the heat coming off of her small body and as much as I wanted to dive between her legs and bury my cock deep in her pussy, that would have to wait. She needed to know who was in control.

“Mathis,” she breathed.

My hold on her wrists tightened, not giving a shit if I left marks. I trailed my mouth along her jaw, alternating between bites and kisses.

Her knees spread, inviting me to step between them and when I didn’t, a soft groan of frustration left her lips.

I smiled and nipped her jaw. “As much as I want to rip open your robe and bury my cock in your hot cunt…” I let go of her wrist and grabbed her jaw, squeezing lightly.

Her eyes widened, darkening with anger and desire.

I licked over her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. It was pure and utter torture teasing her. “You
will
beg me, Jennifer.”

Her eyes narrowed, hardening with an icy cold glare but also filling with lust. For me.

“I can smell how much you want me,” I said, inhaling her sweet skin. My cock twitched to the point of breaking. Fuck me, this was going to be harder than I thought.

“I don’t beg men for anything. They beg me,” she said with a false bravado, trying to keep her voice firm and calm but the shaky undertone proved she was losing control and fast.

God, I fucking loved a woman that submitted to me. “I will break you, Jennifer.”

“Promises promises,” she said, glaring.

Letting go of her completely, I headed to the bedroom door. “Get dressed.” I turned back to her. “And then come out and have breakfast with me.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Yes she was, just not for food. “It wasn’t a request,” I snapped and shut the door behind me.

I swallowed a laugh when something heavy hit the door. She was feisty and I loved it. She wasn’t like the normal women I went for. Fawning over me. Throwing themselves at my feet begging me to fuck them. I rolled my eyes. No, this woman, Jennifer, she was it. The one. She wanted a divorce? There was no fucking way. She was stuck with me, whether she liked it or not.