Page 34 of The Bloke

Stepping up beside her, I pushed the call button for the elevator, and we waited for it to descend to the parking garage level. She didn’t say a word; wouldn’t even look at me. A shit-eating grin tugged at my lips as I thought about how hard she was trying to resist me. How wet she got even though she claimed to hate me.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened for us. Sienna stepped inside, and I followed her, pulling out my key card. I held it to the sensor and pressed the wide, gold ‘penthouse’ button. It lit up, and I stepped back to stand beside her. She shifted further to the left to put additional space between us, and I suppressed a chuckle.

When we reached the penthouse, Sienna exited the elevator and sprinted for the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. I could hear the sound echo down the hall that led to our bedroom and into the open-concept kitchen and living area.

I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that gave the perfect view of the Las Vegas skyline and watched as the sun rose over the city. This was the primary reason I bought the penthouse.

While I enjoyed the luxury of it all, the view was what I was truly paying for. It was something worth waking up to every morning, and soon, that something will be replaced by Sienna, my wife.

Sienna’s laughter echoed throughoutthe parking garage as I carried her over my shoulder. The moment she caught my attention during the show, I knew I had to have her, and I wasn’t about to let that opportunity slip past me.

I dropped her into the passenger seat, and she giggled, biting down on her plush lower lip, painted with bright hot pink lipstick. Before getting in myself, I pulled out the gym bag that I had kept in the back for emergencies and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. I wasn’t about to drive her around The Strip in my boxers.

“Where are we going? Back to your place, I presume?” She beamed with a slight slur to her words as her hand found its way up my thigh. She was most definitely drunk. I could smell and taste the Malibu on her tongue when I devoured her delicious mouth. She was a very lovable drunk; I’ll give her that, too.

“Why don’t we take a ride down the strip first.” I grinned before starting the motorcycle and putting it in reverse. Sienna whined at the idea but snuggled herself into the seat, crossing her arms over her chest. There was something about her. I couldn’t explain it, but something just tugged at my subconscious, telling me to claim her for my own—that I needed her.

So here I was, at the end of the night—almost—with a gorgeous woman at my side that I wanted to keep as long as she’d let me, which led me to pull into the Little Chapel of the West before taking her back to my penthouse.

“Oh, I’ve heard so many stories of this place.” She giggled in awe as she stared up at the lit-up yellow sign. “So many celebrities have gotten married here…” She trailed off in thought.

“It’s a stunning and iconic church,” I added, lounging back in my seat as my eyes soaked in every inch of her. The light fromthe sign created shadows that played off her features in the most perfect of ways. She was captivating.

“You know…” She started laughing at my sudden silence. “It would be so funny if we got married here tonight; after everything that had just happened, my friends would absolutely die if they found out I ran off and married one of the dancers.” Her beautiful eyes flicked to mine, and I smiled as she continued to giggle from all the alcohol in her system. “I’m not being too forward, am I? Just tell me to stop if I’m being too much.”

“Not at all,” I assured her. “I think that would make this a night to remember for the both of us.” I gestured my chin to the church. “Want to pull the trigger?”

Sienna’s eyes light up like the Fourth of July, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Seriously?” She gawked, jaw almost falling to the floor. “Just as a joke, right? They can just give us one of those fake wedding certificates and silly cheap dice rings?” She asked, her face turning slightly flush from the idea sinking in.

“Whatever you want, love,” I confirmed with a shrug.

What she wouldn’t know is that the wedding will be entirely real, and we will be legally married after tonight. I’ve purchased a ring and have been waiting for an occasion just like this to use it. It might not fit her, but we could always get it sized later. I’ve spent the past year looking for the perfect woman to call mine, and she was it.

Sienna was going to be my wife.

“Are we going, orare you just going to stand there staring out the window until we are both late?” Sienna’s voice broughtme back from my memory, and I turned to see her standing in front of the kitchen with her hands crossed over her chest and an irritated look on her face.

I still didn’t regret marrying her. She was giving me a run for my money, that's for sure, but I would win this fight in the end. Her attempts to piss me off were cute, which is why I continued to let her do it. My wife thought she could drive me away by being a complete bitch twenty-four-seven, but it would take a lot more than simple spite-filled words to get me to sign the divorce papers—or even consider having them drafted.

“I need to change, and then we can go,” I said as I strolled past her and headed down the hall to the bedroom.

I wished I didn’t have to work today and could bend her over the kitchen counter instead, sinking myself deep inside of her until she screamed loud enough to shatter glass. But I couldn’t neglect my duties to the brotherhood at a time like this. Not when I knew she would have to complete her test soon enough. I needed all the time I could get to prepare her and ensure she was ready. I didn’t know what kind of test they would issue her, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

When I entered the bedroom, I noticed that piles of clothes had been thrown out of my drawers onto the bed. She certainly had a flair for dramatics, that's for sure. I wanted to be pissed off with her, but instead, I chuckled to myself, grabbing a pair of light blue denim jeans and a clean white T-shirt from the stack. I changed my clothes and headed back to the kitchen with a smirk plastered on my face.

“You know we have a walk-in closet,” I stated, sliding my hands into my pockets as I approached where she stood. “There’s plenty of space in there for all your clothes and more.”

Sienna’s lips parted with her comeback for me, but she quickly closed them and instead huffed, turning on her heel and walkingto the elevator. I arched a brow as I followed her in and pressed the button for the parking garage.

She could give me all the silent treatment she wanted for now because she wouldn’t be silent tonight when I finished the show.

After dropping my wifeoff at her studio, I raced to Neon Palms for my shift at the Ultrapool bar. It had only been two days since I met and married her, yet it felt like it had only been mere hours.

If I could step away from my duties for a week to spend solid, uninterrupted time with her, I would, but seeing as I didn’t have prior approval to marry Sienna, I didn’t get the benefit of a honeymoon—at least not yet.

Exiting the hotel, I walked past the adults-only pool and lazy river before approaching the gates to the Ultrapool. Compared to this hotel’s four other pools, this one was explicitly a party pool. It had a resident DJ who played daily, and every so often, we had celebrity DJs like Benny Benassi and Steve Aoki, who would come to spin their mixes.

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