Page 19 of Vegas Daddies

“What ring?”

“The four-fucking-carat diamond on your finger.”

“Four. No. Levi’s was only two…”

A bit of last night comes back to me. Typical. The one fucking piece of the night I wanted to forget and never relive again—the random number sending through an image of Levi with his tongue down some busty woman’s throat.“It’s over,”he said. Two words I never thought I’d ever hear that man say.

Bile shooting up my throat, I direct my mouth back to the toilet and vomit again. This round is projectile. Not stopping anytime soon. Liquid spills out. It’s rancid. Hydrochloric stomach acid mixed with liquor forms a smell that has me retching again.

But this time there’s nothing left in the tank.

I hate vomiting.

I also hate Levi.

And myself, for drinking way past my limit.

Tammy rubs my back, but not for long. She guides me to the sink, cranks on the faucet and forces my head under the stream.

“What are you fucking doing? That’s freezing!”

“You have sick around your mouth still.” She keeps pressing my head down. “Jesus, Ali. You’re supposed to be the nurse between the two of us. You’re supposed to be taking care ofme.” She turns off the faucet and towel-dries my face. “Thankfully, last night I was very well-behaved.Youon the other hand, were not.” She tosses the towel aside and grabs my hand.

Shoves it in my face.

She’s right. It’s at least a four-carat diamond. It winks in the light. Blinds me. The headache I woke up with digs deeper into my skull just from looking at the thing. It’s big, and in the shape of a diamond. Dazzling to the left of the main jewel are three smaller stones. They don’t shine quite as bright as the main one, but catch the light as I turn my very shaky hand to inspect more closely.

“Who did you marry?”

I turn back to Tammy. She places her hands on her hips and raises one of her intrigued-looking eyebrows. The searching look in her eye suggests that she’s really trying to get to the bottom of this for me. “Which one?”

“Which one?” I repeat. “What are you talking…?”

The three silver-fox men.

I lean against the sink as memories from last night return in fragments back into my mind. They were so fucking gorgeous. Indigo eyes—Lifesaver, he said he was called—with the impressive, full head of ashy hair. Then there was Match, thetall one with the middle part. And Brander—I believe we ended up at his house after a nighttime ride through the desert…

His fingers were deep inside me while the other two each took a breast.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Tam, oh my god, you’re not gonna believe me when I tell you?—”

“That you fucked and married them?”

“No,” I laugh. “None of those things happened. We went back to Brander’s house?—”

“Who’s Brander?—?”

“And their hands were all over me like I was a fucking musical instrument. Oh myGOD.” I trail my eyes up to the ceiling as the vision of them masturbating returns to my head. They were all so fucking big. I remember rubbing my clit up against Brander’s stubbled cheeks. His nose too. Two of them stuck their fingers inside of me at one point. An illustration of a crushed can of Pepsi was the thing my eyes kept catching, I remember. Oh my god. Their moans still sing in my ears.

“ALICE!”

Tammy’s voice sounds like a thousand fine china plates smashing.

I wince. “What?”

“Which one did you marry?”

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