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Fucking spectacular.
Chapter 24
Savannah
To my utter disappointment, Nash didn’t fuck me like I hoped hewould, but given how long he took in the shower, I was certain he had to deal with the bulge he’d been sporting the whole time I pleasured myself.
While he showered, I dressed in the beautiful blackVera Wangdress I picked from the dresses presented to me atNeiman Marcus.It had been a difficult choice, all four dresses were stunning, and it took me forever to make up my mind.
As I sat to do my makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror, and as Idid, I realized something.
For the first time in months, Iwas happy.
Relaxed.
I didn’t feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I wasn’t worriedabout whether I was going to lose my home, or how I was going to pay off the enormous debt I had.
But it wasn’t just that.
Nash had taken up residence in my mind where all those things usedto be. When he was at work, I looked forward to him coming home. When we were together, I wanted his attention.
I wanted to please him.
That was why I obeyed him when he told me to touch myself andthen stop. The way his eyes lit up when I did as he commanded made a rush of pride flow through me, and when he told me to make myself come, the orgasm felt more intense because I knew it would make him happy.
Was this what Stockholm syndrome was like?
I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure I cared.
Fox was waiting downstairs for us by the time Nash and I emergedfrom our bedroom, tapping his foot, and glancing at his watch. Like Nash, he was wearing a smart tuxedo.
“Finally,” Fox said when Nash and I reached the bottom of thestep. “Thought I was going to have to drag you pair out of the bedroom, and seeing Junior’s ugly naked ass is not on my agenda tonight.” He reached out and punched Nash lightly on the arm.
“Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen my bare ass,” Nash replied,clapping him on the back.
“Something that still gives me nightmares,” Fox said, faking ashudder. He turned to me and pulled me into his arms, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Savannah, you look beautiful. Now, your bare ass…”
He trailed off, not having the chance to finish his sentence becauseNash yanked Fox’s arms off me before shoving him.
“Finish that sentence, fucker, and it won’t be my ugly ass that givesyou nightmares,” Nash said, a hint of menace in his voice.
Fox chuckled. “You always were so easy to rattle, Junior. Shall we getgoing?”
Nash rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.” Hetook my hand and led me outside, with Fox following behind.
By now, my excitement about where we were going was at an all-timehigh. I’d asked Nash what was happening while he was getting dressed, but he refused to tell me, only saying it was a surprise I’d enjoy.
The limo ride to the Las Vegas Strip passed swiftly. Fox, Nash, and Isipped champagne that had been chilling in an ice bucket, and I spent the majority of the journey laughing at the two of them.
They bickered like cat and dog, trying to come up with the mostinsulting names they could call each other, but it was clear as anything that they were the best of friends and would do anything for the other.
Nash was right, they were like brothers, even if they weren’t blood-related. I couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the friendship they shared. The only person I’d shared a similar relationship with was Liam, and he’d broken my heart.
As the limo came to a stop outside a casino, Fox finished the story hewas telling, much to Nash’s disgust. I dabbed at my eyes, trying to stop my makeup from smearing as tears of laughter gathered.
Fox was animated as he regaled the story of Nash as an eighteen-year-old who’d gotten drunk, and met a woman in a bar. Convinced she was a beautiful model, Nash had let her take him up to her hotel room.
But after Nash had taken all his clothes off, and as he startedstripping hers off, he discovered she was actually ahe.She was a lady-boy from Thailand, and in Nash’s drunken state, he hadn’t realized that underneath her tight mini-skirt, she was sporting a very obvious bulge.
