Page 5 of Love's Most Wanted
Somewhere along the way, Unique and I ended up on the dance floor, moving our bodies to what sounded like “Man Down” by Rihanna.
“Is it Rihanna night?” I yelled, looking up at him.
“I don’t even fucking know,” he replied, running a hand down his sexy dark face. He got finer the drunker I got, and though I wasn’t the type, I low-key had the urge to fuck him.
I was overcome with the need to touch him, so I moved his hand from his face and put it around me, making him grin and chuckle drunkenly. I turned in his arms to move my body against his tall, built one, and it felt so good. He was bigger than AJ in every way, and it was turning me on right now.
I’d always loved this song by Rihanna, but I loved it even more right now. It sounded like Beethoven or something at the moment—just amazing.
Unique’s hands moved in a hesitant manner like he didn’t want to go too far, so I guided them for him until he caught on, taking control himself. My lids felt heavy as I swayed to the music in the middle of the crowded club. It smelled like smoke, Unique’s cologne, and a little bit of sweat, but I didn’t mind it at all. All my inhibitions had flown out the window some time ago.
When his dick hardened a little on my ass, I ground against it even more, purposefully. I heard him groan a little bit at that fact, seemingly out of frustration, but I kept going to the slow, sensual beat of the song.
We danced some more, and I think we had a few more shots in the middle of the dance floor, and I wasn’t sure how we got them.
We left the club at some point and walked along the strip for what seemed like two seconds before catching a ride with some man that had a strange laugh. Unique and I talked, and whatever it was seemed to be serious, because I didn’t remember him smiling much, even when I did.
I assumed the weird man dropped us off to get some food that we had to sign for because I remembered eating a burger after signing for it. It was stupid but I was hungry, so I went with it. Plus, Unique did it, too, and he seemed to be pretty smart.
Before I could even finish my food, however, I was asleep… I think.
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The next morning…
The bright sun shining through the window caused me to wake up. I squinted my eyes with a groan at the combination of the blinding sun and my thumping ass headache.
I didn’t recognize this room or bed, and as I tried to remember it, I recalled the events of the night before. Well, I was able to recall some of it.
Moments ago, I was hoping it had been a terrible nightmare, but the way my gut sank, I knew it was real. AJ was married and had a child on the way. The man who told me he wanted to marry me and have children had already done that with someone else.
Feeling like pure lead, I dropped my face back into my pillow. But when I felt someone next to me stir, my face shot up from it. I knew damn well I didn’t go sleep with AJ after his big wife reveal. But no. As I looked to my right, I saw Unique. He looked so handsome and innocent—as innocent as a big ass man could look—as he slept, making me simper a bit until I began to wonder how I even got into a room and this bed with him.
Sitting up with a start, I stared down at him for a beat as if he would morph into AJ or someone else, but he didn’t. I touched him lightly, before shaking him a bit, causing him to groan. I exhaled, knowing he wasn’t dead or something.
“Unique.” I called his name as loud as I could, though my voice was hoarse, and my head hurt badly.
Last thing I remembered was drinking with him at the bar, taking shots, and leading him to the dance floor. After that, it was spotty with us walking along the strip, riding in a truck, and then skipping to right now.
I shook him again, making him finally open his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun.
“I feel like shit.” He grumbled, palming his face. He was shirtless, and though I’d seen his body on TV, it did it no justice because up close, I could barely peel my damn eyes away from his chiseled abs, chest, and arms. He had not one tattoo, and I realized I kind of liked that. There were no distractions on that beautiful ass work of art.
“Me too.” I paused for a moment, realizing we were in a bed together, both half-dressed. I tried to take a moment to see if I felt like I’d had sex, but I couldn’t tell. I prayed I hadn’t. Twenty-four hours ago, I was in a relationship with another man, and it wasn’t my plan to sleep with another, especially his co-star who was in a double relationship.
Unique finally sat up, still groaning but grabbed the phone to call for a delivery of aspirin to the room.
He hung up, then said, “I barely even fucking remem?—”
“Remember last night? Me either.” I nibbled on my thumb, wishing I could ask him if we fucked, but now that I knew he didn’t remember, it was no point. When I noticed he was still frozen, not having said a word, I asked, “Are you okay?”
He turned to me slowly, before reaching outward, holding a paper in his hand. Frowning, I took it to see it was a marriage license, signed by both him and me.
“That shit can’t be real.” He finally said a word, looking horrified. Damn, was it that bad to possibly be married to me? Not that I wanted to marry Unique’s ass, but he had me fucked up frowning like he was.
“It looks… real.” I studied the paper, seeing the seals and everything. “Maybe it’s like something they give you when you check in,” I added, peeping the suite we were in that looked like it was for honeymooners.
It was beautiful, decked the hell out, and surely cost more than a few thousand a night. I sawFerrari Hotelon the notepad sitting on my nightstand. It was a hotel I’d always wanted to stay at, but even with my pretty good income, staying here was too costly.
