Page 16 of Her Big Bad Mistake

He let go of one of Becky’s hands. “They’re not fans of hockey. My older brother was the one who helped convince them to let me play hockey. He is their golden boy. He’s been to the Olympics for figure staking. Since I went pro they haven’t really spoken to me.” They’d called for money. It seemed his big brother got into some trouble and all his money was used up. Damon sighed and waited for the response of how wonderful his brother was and how proud his parents must be of him.

“That’s their loss. You can’t always please other people. It’s always better to do a job you love then one you don’t. I’m proud of you. It’s hard to go against people you love.”

Right then he knew he wanted Becky. She was his and he wasn’t going to let her go. He wanted to make her his wife. Damon hadn’t found a woman like her and he wasn’t giving her up for anything in the world. He was falling hard for Becky. “What about your family?” He knew about her sister and parents. He listened to everything she said to Caleb and Jacob, even if it didn’t look like he was.

Becky let go of his hand and he moved to her side. “I have a younger sister and my parents are divorced. My dad remarried and I don’t have much to do with him. I love my mum, but we fight like cats and dogs when we live together. I moved out when I was eighteen and lived in a house with a bunch of people. My little sister I adore. She is twenty-one and one of my closest friends.” She glanced over at him and fell on her arse, laughing at herself. “Ouch. That hurt. I know why you said I’ll learn quickly.”

He leaned down and pulled her up. Becky held him to her and kissed him. This may be their first date, and so what if he’d been a broody asshole, he’d still been around the last couple of weeks and gotten to know Becky just as well as she knew his friends. The more Damon learnt about her, the harder it had come for him to resist her. In that moment though as her mouth connected to his, Damon knew he wasn’t falling for Becky, he’d fallen. He loved her.

* * * *

Tonight Becky was going to get laid. She was going to let her hair down and go wild. It was her last night in Vegas and she was going to do everything. Damon had taken her out almost every night. Last night they’d all gone to a burlesque show, and Becky thought it was amazing. She didn’t even mind she went with three men.

Becky was annoyed with Damon. Not only hadn’t he had sex with her, he hadn’t touched her in front of his friends and Becky worried he wasn’t really serious. Was he trying to hide her? Didn’t he think she was good enough to be his girlfriend? Becky was confused. She wasn’t usually one to care about what people thought of her, but she cared what Damon thought and how he felt. She loved him.

Yesterday she bought a tight, figure-hugging red dress and black stilettos. Earlier today she’d gotten her hair and nails done, and was now applying a small amount of makeup. Becky was going to do it tonight, with Damon. If he didn’t she would find someone else—well, try to. She told herself to just seduce Damon. She really wanted Damon because he wouldn’t be terrible in bed like the only man she’d been with. She even hoped it would get him out her system. Becky didn’t like the uncertainty she felt when she was with him, and now when she thought about everything.

Grabbing her small, sparkly black bag, she slung it across her shoulder and put in her passport, driver’s license, room key and a hundred dollar bill. She took a deep breath and looked around her room. Her suitcase was packed with only her clothes out for tomorrow, and everything looked ready. Tomorrow night her holiday would be over and she would be on a flight to Chicago to her new job. Straightening her shoulders, Becky left her room trying not to think why Damon hadn’t asked her where she was moving. Pressing the elevator button, she got in when it came and looked at the mirror. No more worrying. Tonight she was going to seduce Damon and have fun.

Damon was meeting her in the hotel lobby. Becky was already ten minutes late, but she was nervous. Jacob and Caleb had been asked to do a promo job for their team tonight. They had tried to get out of it, but Becky had told them she’d see them tomorrow morning before she left.

When she got out of the elevator she saw him straight away. Even leaning on a column, Damon looked sexy and drew attention. A tall, thin blonde was staring up at him, laughing and pawing him. Becky groaned, closed her eyes for a moment, and told herself she could do this. She could be wild and free and do whatever she wanted for one night. Rolling her shoulders, she stood straighter, opened her eyes, and strolled to him.

“Damon, sorry I’m late.” Becky bit the inside of her cheek as Damon’s eyes widened at the sight of her, and he stepped away from the blonde, ignoring her, and went to Becky.

Damon reached up and his fingers trailed feather-light caresses over her neck and down across her cleavage. “I like this. You look gorgeous.” His voice was a husky rasp that had Becky quivering and eager to have her night.

“Thank you. Are you ready to go? I have a lot planned tonight.”

“Oh, you have a lot planned?”

She smiled a secret smile at him and hoped she could pull this off. “Yes, me. So let’s get started.”

Damon’s hand fell and he blatantly looked her up and down. Becky returned the favor, licking her lips as she noticed the fitted black pants and white collar shirt fit him like a glove. He looked amazing with his dirty blonde hair slicked back and his bright green eyes filled with lust.

“This is your last night in Vegas and I said I would do and take you anywhere you want. I also have something planned for later,” he said.

“Sounds great, as long as I get what I want.”

He held her hand and walked towards the exit.

* * * *

Becky was drunk. Damon knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but the more time he spent with her the harder he fell for her. He was determined to make her his no matter the consequences. He wanted her and he knew that she was the woman for him. Damon had never thought about a woman like he did Becky. He’d never had trouble fucking a woman out of his mind until he didn’t think of her, but Becky was different. He loved spending time with her. He got to be himself with her. He jacked off to pictures of her laughing in the pool or posing in front of monuments—he was in love with her. Damon was marrying her.

Leaning over, he told the driver where he wanted them to go next. He was going to do it. Becky was going to be his. Damon was going to marry a good woman. A woman he loved.

“Where are we going to next?”

“A surprise.”

Becky smiled and his cock grew, like it had been all night. “I love surprises,” she said.

They pulled up outside the little chapel and he gathered Becky to him and grabbed her bag. Becky stumbled into the chapel. A man greeted them with a smile and Damon stepped away. He filled out the forms and opened Becky’s bag and did her forms, too, so all she had to do was sign. A woman was talking to Becky and she was excitedly babbling back. With everything filled out, he went back to her, assuring himself he was doing the right thing. He deserved Becky. He hoped if she married him she wouldn’t leave tomorrow. She would stay with him. He would look after her.

“Becky, sign this. Let’s go in and have some fun.”

Guilt surfaced when she swayed on her feet but smiled and came forward. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Let’s get married.” Becky signed her name and the woman took her away. The limo driver agreed to be a witness.

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