Page 18 of Vegas Daddies

“Like, really old. You’re actually similar in age to my daddy.”

“Alice—”

“I’ve never seen somebody so old and attractive like you before. It’s my kink. Old and experienced. Iloooveyour gray hair.” She combs a hand through his hair. “It’s the perfect shade. The same as your pubes.”

I snort again.

“Which, again, are perfect, by the way.” She squints. Fiddles with her lip as she works out what else to say. “You all havegooorgeousdicks. I used to suck Levi’s sometimes, but I neverreally wanted to.Yourson the other hand.Ughhhhhh.I really want to suck all of them. At the same time. Do you think we could arrange that? Three penises in my mouth all at once? Would they fit, do you think?”

She definitely has a big enough mouth on her tonight to accommodate.

Match returns to the booth, struggling to balance four drinks on a tray. “Limited choice I’m afraid. Fireball is all they have.”

He thuds down next to us. Passes me a glass.

I take a sniff. Wince. “Fucking hell. Straight Fireball?”

He shrugs. “They were all out of mixers.”

Good thing Lifesaver is a doctor.

Not like he’s in the right frame of mind to be prescribing medicine at the moment.

We look at one another. Shrug. And take a sip.

Alice doesn’t even pick up her glass. Instead she stands up, sets her hands on her hips and in an inquisitive voice, asks, “What if we were to get married?”

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ALICE

“Because we’re goingto the chapel and we’re…gonna get MARRIED.”

My head hurts way too much to withstand singing right now.

I wink open an eye. Daylight streams into the room, lasering into my eye like I’m at the fucking optician. Jesus Christ.

“Who did you marry, Alice?”

I groan. “Shhhh” is the only thing I can manage to say before my head’s hitting the pillow again and I’m drifting back to sleep. Maybe I’m dreaming.Married?Levi and I got married already? The bachelorette was yesterday. We have another?—

I rush to the bathroom, instinct taking over, and hurl up my guts into the toilet. There are no lumps—no signs I consumedanyfood last night. Liquid is all I vomit, but it’s a brown-yellowish shade that disgustingly smells sweet.

The smell prompts another retch, and another round of sick exits my mouth.

Two hands curl around me, bringing my hair into a ponytail.

“Well, this makes a change.”

Tammy.

I watch the bile settle in the toilet bowl. “What are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same question.”

“Huh?” I snap around.

“The ring.”

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