Page 46 of Menace in Vegas

An awkward silencedescends over the car as Connor drives Wanda while I sit there, barely breathing.

His words wrecked me.

Yet he’s calm, flipping through radio stations like he didn’t just detonate my entire world.

A wide smile lights up his face when the opening notes of “Blame It” by Jamie Foxx fill the car.

He cranks it and starts singing along, pointing at me as he does.

I clench my hands into fists.

He grins, absolutely loving this.

Reaching over, he brushes a strand of hair from my face.

I jump like he just electrocuted me.

His lips curve.

“Relax, babe,” he murmurs. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I—Get used to what?” I croak, staring at him incredulously.

He shrugs.

“Being mine.”

His voice drops so low it feels like a hand wrapping around my throat.

An enraged squeak comes out before I toss my water at him.

16

ALLISON

I’ve been a mess since Connor muttered those two devastating words.

“You’re mine.”

I haven’t recovered.

I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.

I run a hand through my long, dark hair.

I shove my door open, falling behind him reluctantly as we head into another hotel.

He’s all sunshine and rainbows while I’m silent and morose.

The receptionist barely looks up as she hands us our key. "One-bed suite," she mutters.

I stare at Connor in astonishment, my brain short-circuiting.

When I open my mouth to protest, Connor cuts me off without so much as a flinch.

"Perfect,"he says smoothly, grabbing the key and putting his hand on my back, ushering me down the hallway.

I glare at him. "This is your fault," I whisper as we head to the stairs.

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