Page 91 of Menace in Vegas
With a sigh, I decide to put him out of his misery.
Better hope Gram doesn’t hear you swearing to God. You know that’s her line.
I don’t fucking care right now!!
DID YOU KNOCK HER UP?!?!
Not yet. Unless she’s not taking her pills. Then maybe.
I HATE YOU!!
No, you don’t.
Also, why would you?!
I’M GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF!
I’d like to see you try!
Why’s this got your balls in a knot?
Did you hit your fucking head?
STOP FUCKING JOKING!
HARPER’S GONNA MURDER ME IF YOU FORCE ALLIE TO MARRY YOU!
I grin down at my phone.
And there it is! The sole reason Ford’s pissed! If his wife wouldn’t castrate him because I was forcing Allie to marry me, he’d be on board with the plan.
I shake my head. Ford’s threats don’t scare me.
Allie is thebestdecision I’ve ever made.
When we get to Vegas, I’m marrying her.
Even if I have to get her drunk first.
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ALLISON
Ishould’ve trusted my instincts and leapt from Wanda before we pulled into the hotel parking lot.
Instead, I stayed in my seat like a damn fool.
Now I’m standing in yet another hotel lobby with Connor, who just pinched my ass, told the clerk we needed a single suite, and kissed me breathless before I could object.
“Come on, baby. You’re my fiancée now,” he murmurs with that smug smile. “Time to go to our suite.”
I don’t even fight him.
That horrifying realization sends me straight into a spiral.
* * *
Connor lounges shirtlessagainst the headboard, looking like he owns the world.
