Page 4 of Run Game
I chuckle as we sit in a comfortable silence while we finish our food. When she’s done, I grab her garbage and drop it into the trash can before we start leisurely making our way further down The Strip. We have no destination in mind, and I can’t say I hate it. The fact that she hasn’t told me to go fuck myself yet is a miracle in itself. But having her actually seeming to enjoy being here with me? It feels better than winning the Super Bowl…which I also did tonight, in case anyone forgot.
“Everything here is so beautiful,” she says, voice full of wonder as she takes in the twinkling lights around us.
“Yeah, it is,” I reply, never taking my eyes off her. I fucking can’t. With all the things to look at in this city, she’s the most breathtaking sight of them all. Thankfully, she’s too entranced to notice that I’m staring, which allows me more time to drink her in. Her olive skin is flawless. Her pouty lips are begging me to taste them even though I know I can’t. Butfuck. I’d give anything to kiss her just once.
Continuing our walk, we fall back into a comfortable silence as we pass by the massive casinos and hotels. Every once in a while, Dia’s bare arm brushes mine, eliciting a warm feeling straight toward my chest. I ignore it as best as I can. It’ll do for now, but I know eventually, I won’t be able to stop myself from throwing her up against the closest building and dropping to my knees for my queen. How I’ve lasted this long is a true testament to myself-control when it comes to her. If it were any other woman, I’d have either convinced her to fuck me or gotten bored and moved on. Instead, I’ve stopped thinking about other pussy altogether. In fact, I haven’t had sex at all since the night of Mads’ birthday party. The night I mether.
Yep. The math is mathing and Dalton Davis hasn’t been laid in over two months.Trust me. I’m as shocked as you are.
All I can think about anymore is how it would be with Dia. How it would feel to sink into her warm heat, turning that bratty attitude into a moaning, writhing mess underneath me. Would she try to take control? Only giving in when she realized there’s no fucking way I’d let her be in charge? She may own every piece of me out here in the real world, even if she doesn’t know it. But in the bedroom? She’d be mine.
I’m broken from my fantasy as a very familiar neon sign comes into view. I’ve never been in there, but I’ve gone by this place a million times, laughing at the sorry sons of bitches that got roped into putting their balls in a jar for their future ex-wives.
Couldn’t be me.
Unless…
I look at Dia, a mischievous smirk blooming across my lips.
“No,” she says, shaking her head rapidly. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.” She starts walking faster, but I grab her hand, yanking her back toward me. This is fuckinggenius.
“C’mon, Wifey,” I coax. “I promised you the full Vegas experience. That wouldn’t be complete if we didn’t get married tonight and divorced tomorrow.”
TWO
DIA
Is this motherfucker on drugs?Seriously, like, is he an LSD user? Can he hear colors right now? Because I refuse to believe that he’s not completely zonked, suggesting that we get fuckingmarried.
“You can’t be serious,” I scoff. I look over to see a boyish grin, complete with those goddamn dimples, without an ounce of trepidation in his dark brown eyes. “Dalton, we can’t get married just because we’re in Vegas. That’s unhinged. We don’t even like each other,” I remind him.
“I like you,” he says, raising a brow. “And you can say you don’t all you want. But I know you kind of like me, too.”
Balls. Am I that transparent?
He’s right. I do like him. I knew right from the moment I met him at the birthday party that if I wasn’t careful, I’d get caught in his web. I’m normally cool and collected around guys when they introduce themselves, but for some reason, Dalton knocked me off balance just for a moment. I drank in every detail of his flawlessly symmetricalface, not understanding how a human being could look so perfect. I noticed his chiseled jaw with the faint stubble of a five o’ clock shadow that screamed‘I woke up like this.’,which made me think of what it would be like to open my eyes in the morning and see that face instead of an empty pillow across the bed. It was so unlike me to have all those thoughts, especially about a guy I just met.I can’t really explain it, but I found myself wanting to be on his radar that night, even if it could never be more.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s cocky and annoying, but he’s hot as fuck and he treats me like I’m the only girl in the world. Like I’m special. I’ve never had that from a guy before. Actually, the last person I dated broke up with me specifically because he didn’t think I was capable of being a good wife. His cruel words play over and over in my head every time I consider dating again. I was naive enough to fall for him, thinking he loved me despite my flaws, and he made me feel like such a fool for giving my heart away. I’m transported back to that conversation, remembering it like it happened just yesterday.
“Do you want to get married someday?” I asked Josh as we watched a rerun of Fear Factor. I’d always hated that show, but getting him to spend time with me was difficult sometimes, so I tried to do whatever I could to keep his interest.
He blew out an annoyed breath. “Yeah, someday. I guess,” he responded, not taking his eyes off the television, where some stupid moron was in a casket with about a hundred spiders crawling all over him.Gross.
“To me?” I said. I didn’t want to seem like some crazy, desperate girlfriend, but we’d been together for almost a year, and we’d never talked about the future. If there evenwasone. I’m sure to him, it seemed like the topic was coming out of left field, but it was something I’d been thinking about a lot at thetime. I loved him and he said that he loved me, so I just figured we should discuss it at some point.
He turned, looking at me with a brow raised. “I, uh…didn’t know that’s what we were doing here. I thought we were just having a good time.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to act unaffected. “We are,” I said with a shrug. “But I want a family of my own someday soon. At this point, I feel like we should at least be able to talk about what our future looks like. I’m not saying you need to propose today, but I want to know that we’re on the same page.”
The longer he stayed silent, the smaller I began to feel. Seconds felt like hours as he tried to come up with something to say in response. I knew I shouldn’t have brought it up. He clearly wasn’t there yet, and me pushing wasn’t going to make him ready any faster. I wished I could take the words back as I felt tears prick at the backs of my eyes.
He reached forward, picking up the remote and turning off the TV before turning to me. “Dia, I like you. We have fun together and the sex is off the charts. But if you want complete honesty, I don’t see you as my wife or the mother of my future kids. The reason I was so drawn to you is because I didn’t think you evenwantedthose things. With all your family and abandonment issues, I assumed you weren’t looking for that kind of thing. You seemed like you were cool with just having fun until it was time to move on and be grown-ups.”
The words felt like a knife to my heart. Did I really read him wrong the whole time?No, I couldn’t have.
“But you tell me all the time that you love me,” I said, trying my best to keep my emotions in check. The last thing I needed was to cry in front of him.
He rolled his eyes. “I do. I love how sexy you are and how you’re always down for whatever. We have a blast together. But,Dia,” he said, pausing before delivering the final blow. “You’re not wife material.”
