Page 32 of The Bloke

He was not going to fuck me into submission, even if I just called him my husband so he would let me come.

“You have a small bed; there is no other option.” He yawned and shrugged against me.

“Then sleep on the floor.” I barked.

“Fuck no. If you don’t want to cuddle, that’s fine, but then we live at the penthouse, where the bed can accommodate your ridiculous need for space.”Fuck sake.

“Fine.” I hissed.Always a fucking loophole to be found somewhere.

I gripped the pillow in front of me, holding it tightly to my chest, trying to ignore the man at my back.

It didn’t take long for sleep to claim me, hoping to wake up with him gone come morning.

The sound of adrawer slamming shut startled me awake. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head, attempting to fall back asleep.

I swear…Another loud slam came from across the room, and I jolted upright.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shouted, glaring daggers at Colby from where he stood in front of my dresser. An open suitcase was on the floor, half filled with my clothes. “Don’t—”

“I’m packing you a bag for the penthouse. We can hire a service to move the rest later.” He spoke calmly, turning to casually lean against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest.

I hurled the pillow I was holding across the room, aiming straight for his head. He didn’t flinch and swatted it to the floor just before it collided with his face.

At least I know my aim is still good.

“Do you have to do this right now?” I growled in anger, reaching for my phone to check the time. “It’s not even fucking seven. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I have to work at nine.” He shrugged. “I wanted everything ready so we could leave when you woke up.” He was acting like he was doing me a fucking favor.

“Work?” I arched a brow in question. “Your shows are in the evening…”

“I bartend during the day at the Neon Palms Ultrapool.” Colby sighed, running a hand through his hair, and all I could think about was running my own through it. Feeling the soft strands through my fingers and tugging on it as his mouth trailed down my body, kissing every square inch of me. Fuck. It was so hard to be angry with him when he was so goddamn gorgeous. It was not fucking fair.

He was a bartender and a male revue dancer, yet he could afford a skyline penthouse with a view of the Last Vegas Strip… How?

I fell back on the bed, hearing his footsteps coming towards me. I held up a finger to stop his approach.

“Stop… right there.” I didn’t bother to look at him, to even see where he had stopped.

I covered my eyes with my forearm. My mind was a hot mess, and all because of him. This wasn’t right; he took advantage of me while I was drunk and chained me to him by an illegal legal marriage.

Generally, you’d think that it would be a woman who would trap a screaming hot man into marriage, but no, not here. So why was I pissed off knowing that I was the winner in all of this? I got every starving woman’s wet dream; I made out like a fucking bandit that night.

A male revue dancer on the Las Vegas Strip.

All mine, no strings attached.

Colby pounced on me, straddling my hips and shaking me from my drifting thoughts. His hands wrapped around my wrists and pinned them above my head. I tried to squirm under him, but he was too big and far too strong for me to overpower him. He leaned his face within breathing distance of mine, and my breath caught.

“You—” I started with a grunt as I strained to release my wrist from his grip.

“I can tell you’re in deep thought about something,” He grinned. “Reconsidering your feelings for me already, love?” He chuckled, licking his luscious lips and flicking his bright blue eyes to mine.

“I don’t know you, and you sure as fuck don’t know me.” I gawked. “I’d willingly jump out of a Maverick Helicopter mid-flight before reconsidering… this.” I paused before adding, “You.”

“No, you’re right, but if I were to reach between us right now, I know I’d find you soaked for me.” He murmured into my ear as his lips grazed along my cheekbone before pulling back to look at me again.

“Is that all you think about? Sex?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

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