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My stomach clenched. As much as I wanted to bring her back to my place, she wasn’t ready. Because once I had her there, I wouldn’t let her leave. Not in the creepy stalker way. But in the way that I would make her my wife.
Gigi
I woke with aheavy pounding in my head. What the hell did I do last night? Oh yeah. I drank too much wine. It wasn’t my fault my friends always bought the good stuff. I was a sucker for a good wine and clearly, this morning was a result of my lack of control.
“Gigi.”
My heart jumped at the deep voice coming from somewhere in my room. But as much as I appreciated Vince being there, I didn’t want him to see me this way. So instead, I grabbed the blanket, curled it up over my head, and rolled onto my stomach.
He chuckled. “Feeling a little rough?”
I only grunted.
“I have water and some meds for that headache.”
I sighed, lifting my head as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I need to brush my teeth.” I grimaced, my mouth tasting like something died in it.
His laugh deepened. “Take these first.” He handed me the water and two little pills.
I took them, mumbled a thanks, and flopped back onto my stomach. “I’m never drinking again,” I grumbled.
“Says everyone when they’re hungover.” He laughed.
I threw my pillow at him, but I couldn’t hold back the smile.
Forcing myself to sit up, I took a deep breath, thankful that my stomach wasn’t rolling, and that I was dressed. Even though it was just a tank top and shorts, it was better than being naked. I thought back to the night before, not remembering changing at all. A thought came to me. Maybe Vince changed me himself. A simmer of regret rushed through me that I didn’t remember him helping me into sleepwear.
Sliding off the bed, I bit back a sigh and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and made myself look somewhat presentable before joining Vince back on my bed.
“Feel better?” he asked, moving closer and leaning against the headboard.
“I do. Thank you.”
His gaze burned into me. “Do you remember anything from last night?”
I thought a moment. “Not much.”
“You don’t remember anything at all?” he asked me, brushing a finger down my arm.
I shivered at the soft touch. “No. Should I?”
His dark eyes met mine. “Do you remember how you begged me to fuck you?”
“What?” My eyes widened. “No, I didn’t do that.”
“You did. It was hot as hell, Queenie.” He leaned forward, placing a soft peck on my shoulder. “We came in here. I was going to put you to bed, but you started stripping. I went to leave to give you some privacy and you stopped me. You pushed me toward your bed.” His mouth brushed back and forth over my shoulder while he linked his fingers between mine. With his eyes locked on mine, he continued. “You got on the bed, spread your legs and said some of the nastiest things to me. You told me to call you a filthy slut and to fuck you like one.”
My cheeks burned. “I didn’t.”
He chuckled, the sound deep. Dark.Delicious. “Oh, but you did. You started touching yourself.” He brought my hand up to his mouth. “These fingers were all over and inside your pussy.”
“Vince.” I watched as he stuck my index and middle fingers between his lips.
“I can still taste you.” His gaze locked with mine. “Ask me what else happened.”
“What else happened?” I whispered.
He grinned. “You told me that if I wasn’t going to fuck you, I was going to at least watch you make yourself come.”
