Page 102 of Menace in Vegas

He shrugs. “Vegas rules, baby.” Then he calmly pushes the coffee into my hand. “No buyer’s remorse.”

I blink down at the cup.

Then back up at him.

My body shakes from the sheerragecoursing through me.

I’m going to kill this man!

No—first, I’m going to shove this contract up his smug, perfectly toned ass.

Then I’ll murder him.

“Y-You…” My brain claws through the tequila haze. A memory flickers. “Youliedto me.”

He arches a brow. “Did I, though?”

I screech and hurl the contract at his chest. “I’m not marrying you!”

Connor is unbothered. “Yeah, you are. No takesies-backsies, remember?”

I gasp. “ThefuckI am!”

He steps closer. Calm. Smug. Shirtless.

And then he drops the bomb with a voice so smooth it belongs in a horror movie.“The wedding is in five hours, baby.”

My brain short-circuits.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

39

ALLISON

I’m not getting married today.

Not happening. Not a chance in hell.

I don’t care what I signed.

I don’t care how smug Connor is.

Or that I’m technically, legally bound to him for ninety days.

I can still run from here and escape this madness. I don’t know where I’ll go, but?—

"Don’t even think about it, baby.”

I freeze.

How the hell does he always know what I’m thinking?

I slowly turn to find Connor leaning against the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Blocking my only exit.

I swallow hard as I approach him like I’m heading toward a firing squad. “Move.”

He doesn’t. “Not happening, sweetheart.”

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