Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (5 page)

I sat at the large cherry oak table, waiting.

Jennifer came out a half an hour later, dressed in a red summer dress. It hugged her voluptuous curves in all the right spots and I found myself wondering if she wore any panties.

When I saw earlier that her pussy was completely bare, it was like she was meant for me and it took everything in me not to dive between her legs and have her screaming my name, begging for more.

“Sit,” I said, indicating the chair beside me.

She stomped up to the table and sat in the chair furthest away from me and huffed, crossing her arms under her full chest.

“Will you please explain last night to me?”

Crossing an ankle over my knee, I took a sip of my coffee before meeting her furious gaze. “What do you want to know?”

She shook her head. “How the fuck did we end up getting married?”

“Well there was a minister, he said some words and voila, you are now
my
wife.”

Jennifer slapped her hands on the table. “Listen, asshole--”

“No. You fucking listen to me,” I snapped.

She flinched but stood her ground.

I loved a woman that didn’t back down. “You are my wife.”

“But I clearly was not fucking coherent to know what was going on. Is that the only way you can get a woman these days, Mathis?” She pouted. “Are we losing our touch?”

My body vibrated. I think I just fell in love with this bitch.

R
UN,
J
UST
R
UN.

(Jenny)

This whole thing was fucked. I loved him and hated him all at once. I wanted to submit to him and have him please me in ways I knew he could. All night long. But, in the next breath I wanted to run back to the safety of my modest apartment and close the door tight. Or run him over with my SUV.

As I sat at this obnoxiously large table, I thought of ways I could push him away.

“There is something you should know about me, Mathis.” I thought it was time we played a round of twenty questions. “My job...” I trailed off trying to tell my new found husband about the fact that I was a high priced call girl. That I would be fucking other men, not him. I am sure that would go over wonderfully with a man like him.

Hold on a second. When did my life become this? When did it become this fucking confusing? Damn it! That Lifetime movie I have been avoiding all these years, really is finally coming true.

“Dr. Jeffery’s. I know all about the office already.”

I rolled my eyes and thought about kicking him in the shin for interrupting me. This man made me see red like no one before. If I was a violent person, I probably would have punched him in the face already.

“No, Mathis. Listen to me.” I paused and lifted my head to make eye contact with him across the table. I felt weak and my demeanor changed. For some reason I felt as though I was about to hurt him, even though it was an absolutely foolish thought. “I’m a call girl. I have sex with men like you, for large sums of money four days a week.” When I exhaled, I sat and waited, watching a number of emotions run across his face. Mathis wore his heart on his sleeve. He may play the part of a badass but when we are alone, here in his home, I could see that it was all a facade.

“You what?” his voice was quiet. He sat the cup of coffee onto the table, uncrosses his leg and stood.

I should fear the altercation that was coming, because honestly I hate fighting. But for some fucked up reason I loved fighting with him.

His strides were quick and before I knew it, he was pulling me up from my chair into his arms. He held me tight against his body without saying a word and we just stood there for what felt like an eternity in this simple embrace. I didn’t know how much time passed until he finally spoke.

“Jennifer?”

I nodded and let out a little grunt to acknowledge him.

“That is over now. Money is not an issue, I will do anything and everything to take care of you. You don’t need to have sex for money anymore.”

His words are like a slap to the face, but then again why should I expect him to understand my life. No one would.

“It isn’t about the money, Mathis. It never was.” I pulled away and start walking toward the bedroom. If I get there quickly enough I can lock myself in the bathroom and plot my getaway.

“Then tell me, Jennifer. Please.” He stopped as I continued to walk away.

Do I answer him? Do I give him the satisfaction of knowing how much of an absolute whore I am? Do I really let him know how much I love sex, even though I don’t plan on having it with him? Ever.

“Mathis. It is about the sex. But, you wouldn’t understand.”

I didn’t know how long I spent in the bathroom, but when I come out, the bedroom was empty. I thought for sure Mathis would be waiting for me. I was sad and relieved that he was nowhere to be found.
Maybe I can finally make a break for it?

I gathered my belongings and made my way through the penthouse. Stopping at the front door, I looked around at my husband’s home and reach for the doorknob.

“Going somewhere?” I turned to see Dean standing in the corner of the room.
Shouldn’t he be body-guarding Mathis or something?

“Yes, I am going home.” I pushed the door open and made my way for the elevator.

“Mr. Verlinden insists you stay until he returns,” Dean said in the distance, but I still didn’t stop my retreat.

“I don’t care what Mr. Verlinden insists. I am not a slave or prisoner. I am going home, Dean!” Just in time, the elevator door opened up and I jump in. Pressing the buttons frantically, hoping it would close before the scary man pulled me out and back into the waiting penthouse. Because apparently, my new name is Rapunzel.

The doors closed and I breathed a sigh of relief. The ride down was long. He must live on the freakin’ top floor, but should I have expected anything different?

The car came to a stop on the ground floor and the doors opened up. I took a step out and walked toward the lobby quickly. I was almost out the doors when a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled my small body against his. My heart started beating rapidly.

I turned to slap the large man only to realize the violator is actually a man I called
my husband
. Damn it! “Mathis! Don’t fucking do that to me!” I gasped and worked to catch my breath. “I almost punched you!”

“Oh love, I would have enjoyed that.” He hovered his mouth to my ear, his breath hot on my neck and slowly began to speak again. “I love it when you are feisty. I can’t wait to see how fuckin’ feisty you are once I finally get you naked in my bed.”

I wanted to be disgusted. But I wasn’t. I was turned on like I had never been turned on before. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been fucked since Jude railed me good on Friday night. Damn it, now I am thinking about Jude and this European hottie. My life! His words heated my body. My pussy was soaking wet and begging for him to lick it.

“Keep dreaming, Verlinden. It’s not gonna happen.” I turned away from him, once again making my way to the door only this time he was hot on my heels. Shitfire! No matter what I do to try and shake him, he won’t go away!

“Can you please just let me go? I am begging you, Mathis. Please.” Did I really just say I was begging him? I couldn’t trust myself around this man. I was losing all rational thought and I just wanted to go home. I wanted to lay in my own bed. I wanted to soak in my own tub. I wanted my safety.

“Jennifer, I will never let you go.” His lips collided with mine and I was completely taken off guard. His mouth was warm and inviting. He tasted of coffee and mouthwash. The smell of his aftershave drove me mad. My body ran on autopilot as my tongue met every stroke of his. My fingers tangled in his hair and a moan slipped from my throat.

His hands tightened on my hips and he pulls me closer. My body molds to his perfectly and I could feel his rock hard dick on my stomach. It was pressed against his tightening dress pants, and it was all for me. He let out a growl and that was when I finally realized that we were in public. We were making out like horny teens in the middle of the fucking lobby where he lived and not a single person had bat an eye at us.

My thoughts extinguished my libido when I started to think about how many women he had done this with right here in this lobby. Which was probably why no one was shocked by his actions. I was disgusted, but I shouldn’t be. I was sure he has been with just as many people as I had.

I slowly pulled away, ending the kiss.

His eyes opened and lazily move down to make eye contact with me.

“Don’t over think things, Jennifer. Come back upstairs with me, I’m begging you.”

He was begging? Did he really just say that? Or was this all just a game to get me back into the penthouse without the general public thinking he is kidnapping me when he drags me back to the elevator?

FUCK! This man confused the shit out of me and I think I love it!

I
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D
REAMS

(Mathis)

Watching Jennifer storm into the elevator was entertaining to say the least. Her eyes going wide when I “begged” was fucking priceless as well. I didn’t beg. Not ever. But I would do anything to get her to stay with me so if she wanted me to submit to her, I would. Once. Now that I had, that would be the last time.

Jennifer Sunshine would be eating out of the palm of my hand and I would be eating her by the end of the day if everything went according to plan.

We stepped into the elevator and I pushed the button to the top floor and leaned against the wall.

“You can’t force me to stay with you,” Jennifer said with a tilt of her chin.

I smirked and rubbed my mouth.

Her gaze watched my movement and she shook herself, her cheeks going red. Which was becoming my favorite color on her.

Hmm...she liked watching me touch myself. Interesting.

“I can’t force you, no, but you won’t leave.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How can you be so sure?”

I closed the distance between us and wrapped a hand around her throat before grazing my nose up the side of her neck. I loved her smell. Especially now that she smelled like my bath wash.

“Mathis.”

Her breathing my name just about did me in. I couldn’t take it. I needed the taste of her mouth again more than I needed air.

“Tell me.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Tell me you want me to kiss you,” I said, brushing my mouth along hers.

“What if I don’t?”

My grip on her throat tightened making her gasp and her eyes dilate. Red liked a little restriction. God, I think I’ve met my match. “I’d say you are fucking lying.”

She smirked and grabbed onto the waist band of my pants, pulling me against her. Her pelvis rubbed against mine, the friction driving me fucking mad with heated desire for this woman.

“What do you want from me, Mathis?”

Well, wasn’t that a loaded question. “I want to dive deep inside you, splitting your pussy wide with my thick cock,” I said, nipping her bottom lip.