Vegas
1OAK
Nightclub
I frown as
the man covered in perspiration clings to me once more, oh for heavens sake.
“Do you mind?” I frown as I rip my arm from his grip. The music is pumping and I
am waiting at the bar.
“Not at
all.” He slurs.
Oh god, my
eyes flick over to my group of friends and they all smile and raise their
glasses to me in jest. Damn them. This hens weekend away is reminding me why I
am eternally single. I fake a smile, bitches.
“I mean it
baby, let’s dance.”
I roll my
eyes. “I can’t, I’m waiting for someone, you should probably run along.”
“Who?” he
asks. Oh give up, pushy bastard.
A tall and
dark haired good looking guy walks past and I grab him by the arm, he frowns as
he turns back toward us. “This guy. “I smirk.
The creepy
guy frowns and curls his lip at his competition.
My eyes
scan up and down the guy I have just grabbed, oh, he’s gorgeous. I planned that
well.
The guy
raises an eyebrow in question as his eyes flick between us.
“This is my
husband.” I smile as I link my arm through his. He looks like a nice guy, I’m
sure he will save me.
The tall
guy raises an eyebrow in surprise and smiles. “And you are my …….wife?” He
questions as his eyes flick between me and them man.
I nod.
“Aha.” Oh boy, don’t blow my cover.
Tall dark
and handsome turns his gaze onto the man before us as he snakes his arm around
my waist. “You have met my gorgeous wife then?”
I narrow my
eyes as I listen to his voice, I think he’s Australian.
The creepy
guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.”
Tall dark
and handsome smirks and leans over and grabs the back of my head and pulls me
towards him, his tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth, his tongue takes
no prisoners as it swipes deep into my mouth….what the frigging hell? His hand
drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand. Oh my god, this was
not in the brochure.
He pulls
away and licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts and back up to my face.
I fake a
smile as my mind goes totally blank. “Huh.” My eyes flick back to the other guy
as I lick my lips, holy crap. What kind of kiss was that? “Umm.”
Tall dark
and handsome takes my hand in his. “Fuck off mate, she’s with me.” He then pulls
me by the hand through the crowd, what, wait, where are we going? My eyes flick
over to my friends who are all high fiving each other over my random kiss with
Mr Holy Hot. Should I just pull out of his grip? What the hell for, this guy is
freaking delicious. Oh shit, we arrive over to his group of friends and he puts
his arm around my waist and pulls my body close to his.
“Boys.” He
acknowledges his large group of friends. “You will be pleased to know I just
got married en route from the bar. Please meet my new wife.”
Their eyes
meet and they all shake their heads and laugh. “Hello.” They all smile. “Nice
to meet you.” One man replies as he shakes my hand.
I smirk as his hand tightens around my waist.
“
“About
time.” One guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations mate, what’s your
wife’s name?”
His eyes
flick to me and he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.”
I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”
His friends all look me up and down and smile
and then go back to their conversation as if this is a common occurrence.
His eyes
drop to my breasts again.
“My eyes
are up here.” I reply, he can’t even pretend not to stare.
He picks up
his beer and drinks it down. “So?”
I frown, of
all the nerve. “So, you keep looking at my boobs.”
“You
noticed?”
My mouth
drops open in. “Well, I’m not imaging it.”
He smirks
as he sips his beer. “Good idea, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
His friend
returns with a tray of drinks. “Murph.” He calls. “Come meet Bloss.”
His friend
raises his eyebrows. “Hello.” He smiles as he shakes my hand and passes me a
drink. “Thank you.” I smile gratefully. My eyes flick between the six men he is
with. These guys are all gorgeous…..and
cultured. Expensive suits and clothes. My eyes flick back to my friends on the other
side of the bar and I bite my bottom lip, I will just have this drink and then
I will go back over to them, can’t hurt to have one drink.
His friend
turns back to the other men and tall dark and handsome’s eyes drop to my
breasts again.
“What are
you doing?” I shake my head.
“Imagining.”
I raise a
brow. “Imagining what?”
“How those
tits are going to look around my cock tonight while I fuck them.”
My mouth
drops open in shock.
He smiles a
slow sexy smile. “You were safer with the other guy.”
My eyes
hold his. I have no words.
“Because
unlike him, I will be able to get you to do what I want to do. And tonight I
want to fuck those big juicy tits of yours.”
My brain
misfires as I get a visual of him naked and above me sliding his cock between
my…… it’s been too long. “That’s not happening.” I stammer.
He shuffles
around in his suit coat pocket and pulls out a fifty-dollar note. “Do you want
to place a bet on it?”
“What an
over confident prick you are.” I shake my head, never have I had such a pick up
line used on me. “And yes.” I snatch the fifty dollars from his hand.
“I will bet Fifty dollars on me not
having your cock between my boobs tonight.”
He winks
and clinks his glass with mine as he raises a sexy brow. “Thank you, I will
take that as a personal challenge.”
I shake my
head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?”
He smiles
and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.”
I smirk,
there is something honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he
is not.
It’s
disarming.
His hand
drops to my behind again and he rubs it as he smiles to himself as he looks me
up and down.
I raise a
brow. “You can stop looking at me like I’m your next fuck, there will be no
physical activity between us at all tonight. I am not that kind of girl.”
He leans
over and kisses me again. “Stop talking.” He smiles into my lips. “You are only
making the challenge so much sweeter to achieve. I am a goal orientated man you
know.”
“Happy
wife, happy life.” I reply sarcastically.
“Blossom,
do you really think that I couldn’t make you happy as my wife if that were my
goal?” He raises his brow in question.
I laugh out
loud. “Shut up. You freak. Who says this shit and gets away with it?”
He laughs
out loud as his hands drop to my behind again.
Two hours
and six cocktails later.
The sight
of his huge cock sliding up and down between my breasts is driving me crazy. We
are back in his room, unable to control the attraction, acting like animals.
This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent,
funny and as sexy as fuck. Not to mention hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died
and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels
over me. Large dark brown eyes stare down at me and I arch my back unable to
hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here? Doing this.
I’m not
this kind of girl but holy hell he makes being bad so damn fun.
He bends
and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty
bucks.” He smiles into my lips.
I laugh out
loud. “Bastard.”
“Time to
work off your debt.” He whispers as he pushes his cock forward through my
breasts, his eyes close in pleasure. His hands encasing my breasts around his
cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.
My eyes
roll back in my head. God this is payment enough, what could be better than
this visual sensation?
He starts
to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in
pleasure. Holy fuck I need this dick inside me now.
I laugh out
loud, this is unbelievable. How in the hell did this guy get me back to his
room and owing him fifty dollars for the privilege?
He smiles
sexily as his mouth hangs slack in arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche
avec ma bite.” He whispers as he looks down at me.
(Translation…..Stop
laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.”
Am
unexpected thrill runs through me and I reply. “Je pourrais prendre tout
cela.” (Translation…I could take it
all.)
His eyebrow
raises sexily in surprise. “Tu parle français?” (Translation…You speak
French?”) He asks as he rolls a condom on.
I grab the
back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop.” (Translation…I
fuck in French too.) I whisper into his lips.
His mouth
ravages mine and I feel his hard length slide between my wet lips, back and
forth he glides his length. I smile, lets up the anti. “Obwohl, wenn ich in
Deutsch ficken ist, wenn Im in meinem besten.” I whisper as my arousal hits a
fever pitch. (Translation…. although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at my best.”
He laughs
out loud into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in
one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes both close in pleasure.
Holy fuck.
This guy is
good….and huge.
“Sie
sollten sehen, was Sie sagen, deutsch meine Bruchstelle ist.” He whispers as he
pulls out and slides home again. (Translation…You should watch what you say,
German is my breaking point.”
My back
arches off the bed, oh god, this is too good. His brain is as sharp as his
body, I don’t know anyone else Bilingual and this is blowing my freaking mind.
“Ich wollte deinen Schwanz in den Mund” I breath. (Translation…I wanted your
cock in my mouth.”
He pulls
out and immediately is above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth, I
taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook. “Votre
souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.” (Translation…Your wish is my command
my dear wife.”
I smile
around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start
to pulse. “Je voudrais que vous souffler dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment
mon mari je boirai vers le bas” (Translation…. I wish you could blow in my
mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.”
He shakes
his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my
forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous soufflez mon putain de l'esprit ici” He
whispers through blanket thick arousal. (Translation…. Fuck, so do I. You are
blowing my fucking mind here.)
I smile as
I flick my tongue over the end of him, his knees are on either side of my head
and his body is moving fluently in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me
struggle to take him all.
This man
has the body of a god and the mind of an angel.
I am in
heaven.
“Je dois te
goûter.” (Translation…I need to taste you.” He growls as he pulls out of my
mouth, he drops to between my legs and his tongue swipes through my swollen
flesh.
Fuck. My
knees try to close by themselves as they struggle to gain control of the senses
overload. He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively as his tongue really
takes charge, licking and tasting all that I have.
“How do I
taste?” I whisper as my hands drop to the back of his head.
He groans
into me as his eyes close in pleasure, his tongue circles and swipes and I feel
myself start to quiver. Oh god, It’s been too long. I’m going to come already.
“Come.” He
breathes into me. “I want you to come on my tongue. Give me some cream Bloss
Bomb.”
Holy fuck,
this guy is frying my brain. He bites my clitoris and I shudder into him and he
groans in pleasure. I grab the back of his head to try and still him. “Stop.” I
pant, this is too much. I am too sensitive. He sucks deeper and his eyes roll
back in his head. “You are one hot fuck.” He growls into me as he laps it all
up. He climbs up and over me and slides home in one fell movement.
I frown at
the ceiling as my hand runs though his messy curls, I can hardly breathe. He’s
so big.
He leans
back onto his knees and holds my legs into the air as his eyes drop to my sex
and he watches my body struggle to take his large muscle. His thumb gently
circles over my clitoris, knowing full well that will release me and allow his
entry.
He’s
experienced and he knows how to loosen a women straight up
I watch him
as I pant, somewhere in between disbelief, denial and utter ecstasy. I didn’t
know that sex could be like this. I haven’t had this before…I thought I had
good sex…but now I have had this.
I realise
not.
He gently
kisses my ankle that is next to his ear and he smiles sexily down at me. My
eyes hold his for an extended moment and a frown crosses his face as I hold my
breath. His hand gently brushes my hair from my face and he runs his thumb over
my bottom lip
God, I
close my eyes to block him out. This fucking guy is ridiculous.
“Regarde
moi.” (Translation…Look at me.”) He whispers.
I force my
eyes to open and drag them to meet his.
“Vous êtes
la plus belle femme putain j'ai jamais été avec.” He whispers softly.
(Translation…. You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever been with.)
He drops
his body to mine and his lips dust mine with reverence, we kiss for an extended
time as if forgetting that his body is still inside mine. An intimacy that is
both beautiful as it is petrifying. Slow, gentle and tender.
Stop it. You don’t even know him and this is a one-
night stand.
“Cesser
d'être molle et baise-moi.” I whisper. (Translation…stop being mushy and fuck
me.)
He smiles
into my lips. “That’s a first.” He smirks as he starts to slowly pump me.
“What do
you mean?” I pant.
“Nobody has
ever said that to me before.”
I laugh out
loud as he pulls out and slams back into me knocking the air from my lungs. He
pumps me hard again. “And if I want to be mushy with my wife I have the fucking
right to be.”
I laugh as
he lifts my legs over his shoulders again and really lets me have it. His knees
are wide to give him traction and I can see every muscle in his stomach ripple
as he moves. Strong punishing hits as the bed hits the wall with force.
Oh, he won’t
be easy to forget. My body starts to quiver again and he smiles darkly sensing
my orgasms arrival. He knows his way around a woman’s body.
Damn.
Of course he does.
Our bodies
are covered in a sheen of perspiration and I close my eyes to try and stop the
orgasm, I want this to last.
I need this
to last.
“I don’t
want to come.” He pants.
“Me
neither.” I breathe as I pull him back to my lips. “Promise me we will do this
again in a minute.”
He laughs
into my lips. “We can do this all night Bloss.”
I smile as he lifts my behind with his hand to really hit the end of me and I
cry out as my body contracts around his large muscle.
“Fuck
yeah.” He calls as his head throws forward and he comes in a rush.
We stay
still, both gasping for air. Both wet with perspiration.
Jesus
Christ…. What the hell was that?
His lips
meet mine and he kisses me softly as he cups my jaw in his hand. I smile into
his lips and he kisses me tenderly again. “What an excellent wife you are.”
I laugh out
loud and he rolls us so that I am on top of his large body. I rest my head
against his chest as I try to catch my breath.
His lips
dust my forehead. “Don’t bother going to sleep.” His hand drops to between my
legs and he spreads them so that they hang over each side of his large body, he
starts to work me again, his three large fingers slide into my wet swollen
flesh. “That was the entrée and this is a ten course meal.”
Four hours
and four showers later I lie in the semi darkened room with my said husband,
the light is just peeking through the crack in the drapes. My head is on his
chest and his large muscular arms are around me. The night has been
unbelievable to say the least.
We have
devoured each other and if he wasn’t out of condoms…..we probably still would
be. I think we must have used a whole box.
“Where do
you live?” He asks.
“New York.”
I breathe. I cringe when I hear my husky voice…a symptomatic problem from lasts
nights Tequila and giving head activities no doubt. “Where do you live?” I ask.
“Texas.
Originally from Australia.”
I smile and
gently kiss his chest and smile in contentment. “I had a good wedding night.”
He kisses
my forehead. “Me too.” I feel his lips smile against my skin. “You probably
wont be walking for a while.”
I giggle
into his chest. “Actually, can you organize a wheel chair to get me back to my
room please?”
He smiles.
“I would, but I will be using it myself.”
We lie in
comfortable silence for a while longer. His hand runs back and forth over my
behind as if memorizing every inch, I smile. “Are you using the theorem of
calculus to measure my ass?”
He laughs
out loud and rolls me onto my back and holds my hands above my head. “Your mind
is a fucking turn on.” He breathes against my lips as his tongue gently
explores my mouth.
I just
can’t get my fill of this guy. “I could say the same thing. I have never had
bilingual sex before.” I smile. Hell, most guys I have slept with can’t even
speak English to me when we have sex…let alone drop in and out of three
languages.
He smiles
into my lips as he bites the bottom one and pulls it toward him. “Moi non plus,
je peux être accro.” (Translation…Me neither, I may be addicted.”)
I have
always had a love of languages, it was my stress reliever when I was in high
school and my parents were divorcing. I would lock myself in my bedroom and
listen to language tapes through headphones so I couldn’t hear them fighting.
Looking back……all those hours alone in my room spent teaching myself was worth
it just to experience the night I had with him. He challenged me…. but I
challenged him right back and I know I surprised him…. hell, I surprised
myself.
It was
empowering to be able to keep up with such an obviously intelligent man. Our
eyes lock and something clicks into place as I feel a flutter deep in my
stomach.
“What do
you do for work?” I ask to change the subject.
He lies
naked on his side next to me and rubs his hand over my breast and squeezes it
hard. “I’m a mechanic.”
I bite my
lip to stifle my smile, he has softer hands than me. No way in hell is he a
mechanic.
So we are playing that game are we?
“What do
you do?” He asks.
“I work in
an ice-cream shop.”
He can’t
hide his smile. “You are a dreadful liar, there is no way in hell you serve
ice-cream.”
I laugh out
loud. “You lied first.”
He laughs
as his lips drop to my nipple and he takes it in his mouth. “Touché.” He
smirks.
“What do
you think I do?” I ask.
He narrows
his eyes as he thinks. “Your body tells me you are a gym instructor but your
mind tells me you are a scientist?”
I smile as
I bring his lips down to meet mine. “I got to go.” I sit up.
He frowns
and leans up onto his elbow. “What? Where are you going?”
I stand up
and his eyes drop down my body. “New York.” I answer.
He frowns
again. “You are going home? Today?”
I nod as I
walk around his room picking up my clothes. “Aha.” I pick up my phone and check
the time. “I fly out in three hours. I got to get a move on.”
His face
drops. “But.”
I pick up
my bra and put it on. “But what?”
“I wanted
to see you again.” He replies as he watches me dress.
I smile and
lean over the bed to kiss his gorgeous lips. “Hmm.” I smile into them. “Sorry.
Hens weekend is over.”
He leans up
and grabs me and pulls me back on top of him. “Stay another night.” He breathes
into my lips.
I smile,
god I wish. He kisses me again.
“I already
have my plane ticket for today.” I breathe.
“I will buy
you another plane ticket for tomorrow.” He offers.
For a brief
moment I consider it.
“I am here
until tomorrow.” He replies. “We could spend another night together.” He smiles
sexily.
Could I?
Who am I
kidding we don’t even know each others names and he just lied straight out and
told me he was a mechanic and besides, I’m totally out of money. I wouldn’t
even be able to pay for my dinner tonight. Damn it. “Sorry hubby.” I stand and put my black lacy
panties back on as he lays watching me. “This is where our marriage ends.”
He puts
both hands behind his head as he lays back down and his eyes hold mine and he
smiles broadly.
My face
mirrors his. “What?” I smile.
“I kind of
like being married to you.”
I widen my
eyes at him in jest.
“I know.
Shocking. Isn’t it?” He smirks.
I pull my
dress over my shoulders and slink into it.
“Come back
to bed.” He frowns. “I’m not finished with you.”
I sit on
the bed and kiss him once more. “I’m not finished with you either, but I have
to go.”
He frowns
and gets begrudgingly out of bed and my eyes drop down his naked body. He is
one hell of a fine specimen. Tall, athletic, muscular broad chest with a
scattering of dark hair. His hair is dark brown with a little bit of length on
the top allowing it to have a just fucked messy look. His eyes are dark brown
and he has a dark two- day growth going on. My eyes drop lower to the dark
short well kept pubic hair that encases the grand jewels. The man is well
endowed and hell. He knows it. I can imagine that he has every woman he sleeps
with fall madly in love with him.
He has
money. He smells of it, the clothes he had on last night. The Rolex watch. The
well dressed large group of men he was with. Hell 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 me and two girlfriends 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?” He
asks.
I glance
down at myself, ugg I look abysmal and I fake a smile. “No. But thank you.”
He frowns
as he pulls me into him again. “Are you trying to get away from me?”
I smile
into his lips. “No. I just got to go.”
His lips
linger on mine, oh to hell with budget. Stay and fuck this guy stupid. I pull
out of his grip and pick up my handbag.
“Hang 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
and scribble on the hotel notepad next to his phone.
Whoever said Gambling never pays,
Has never lost to you
Xx
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 the door.
“Morning.”
He replies to the man standing next to his door in a suit. “Morning.” The man
replies.
I frown,
who is that? I glance around at all of the doors in the surrounding hallway
have men in suits outside every room. He takes my hand in his and we start
walking down the corridor. “Who are they?” I whisper.
“Security.”
He replies casually as he strides along.
I frown as
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 am 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
down at me as he kisses my hand and keeps walking. “Relax. Ignore him.”
I frown as
my eyes flick to the man behind us. “Oh, okay.”
We get to
the lift and I have to take out my key card to see where my room is again.
“We will be
fine.” He tells the security guy before we enter the lift. The guy nods and
stays on the floor we came from.
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’s he doing?
“So you
just used me and abused me all night, is that it?” He asks in an over
exaggerated voice. I hear a lady behind us gasp in shock and the other people
all pretend to not 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 have had enough I’m
going back to prostitution.” I reply.
“Just don’t
give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He frowns acting serious.
I widen my
eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud.
“Oh my
god.” The lady behind us whispers.
“Sshh.” Her
husband whispers.
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 lift
doors open and he walks out and strides down the hall toward my room. “What
number?” He asks.
“322.” I
smirk.
We continue
walking until we get to my room and I turn toward him.
“This is
your room.” He replies.
“Yep.” I
smile, oh I don’t want to go in. I do want to stay with him another night.
He takes
out his phone. “Can I have your number?” He asks.
I raise a
brow. “Why?”
“So I can
sell it to the highest bidder, why do you think?” He replies dryly.
I smile. “I
live in New York you know.” I reply.
“Yes I am
coming to New York next weekend.” He replies.
“Since
when?” I frown.
“Since
now.” He smiles as he kisses my lips.
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.)
I kiss his
lips and smile. Could this guy be any more fun?
He takes
out his phone and types the name 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 are in Vegas you are my
wife and if I want to fuck you up against the door here. I can.” He growls into
my neck,
I laugh
into his shoulder as I push him away, I take his phone and type in my number
and he smiles and his lips linger 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 are crazy.”
“And you
are fucking addictive.” He smiles into my cheek as he grips me tight.
We laugh
into one last lingering kiss and 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 up the hallway backward as he points at me. “I will see you next
weekend?”
I smirk as
I cross my arms in front of me as I watch him walk backwards up the hall.
“Don’t
bother packing clothes because you wont 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 to need 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 bedroom 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.
Wow.
What an unexpected
night.
What an
unexpected man.
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