Page 142 of The Accidental Wife

“Done wanking already?” I question, and he narrows his eyes at me playfully.

“Very funny.” He chides sardonically. “So, you were serious before about this Magic Mike show?”

“As serious as you are about the strip club.” I retort, peering up at him, and he smirks. “It’s not up to me. I’m the bride; I don’t get a say in what goes on. I mean, if a hot, muscular, oily stripper wants to grind on me, who am I to say no.” I express joyously, fighting the urge to smile as he stares at me blankly. “Aimee says the dancer pulls you up on stage and does all these sexy moves on you, where he picks you up and grinds up against you. I’m actually really excited.” I sigh longingly and pat him on his chest. “Have fun at your strip club.” I smile and turn to walk out, but Cole cages me in.

“Oh, I will. I’m also looking forward to having a pair of tits rubbed in my face. It’s been a while, and the lap dance…” He hisses, staring into my eyes. “The way the stripper rocks her firm arse, rubbing herself against my throbbing cock. As frustrated as I’m feeling, baby, I don’t know If I’ll be able to control my erection.” He claims, goading me while looking into my face. I bite my lip, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You go right ahead and enjoy your lap dance, baby because I know the only pussy you’re hungry for is mine.” I declare, tilting my head up and smiling at him while he grins back at me knowingly.

“Damn fucking right.” He murmurs, stroking my jaw lovingly. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I reassure him, and we stare at one another’s lips longingly for a while. “I need to pack, baby,” I tell him with a frustrated sigh, and he nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead when I close my eyes.

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A couple of hours later,we pull up at the airstrip, and we board the jet. It was a ten-hour flight to Vegas, the Jet departed at two in the afternoon, and we landed there at midnight UK time and four in the afternoon local time, so it’s almost like we went back in time, which was mind-boggling to me.

“Vegas baby!” Aimee and Jo shout as we walk off the plane and jump into the limo waiting for us. I was exhausted with the time difference, but I was so happy to be with all the people I love in a place where it all began for Cole and me.

I push the button to the sunroof opening it. I stand up and pull the girls up with me. We throw our hands up in the air as we drive through the desert, the warm wind blowing through her hair. I close my eyes smiling, turning my face up to the sun. “My best friend is getting married!” Aimee shouts to the people as we drive by them, and they hoot and cheer.

“Oh my God, we’re actually in Vegas!” Jo exclaims excitedly, recording us on her phone.

“Shay Shay, where are we?!”

“Vegas baby!”

“Why are we in Vegas?” Aimee asks, giggling.

“To marry my baby!” I croon happily, ducking my head to look at Cole, who was watching me with the biggest smile on his gorgeous face while shaking his head.

After we check into our hotel rooms, Cole and I obviously weren’t allowed to share a room till our wedding night; much to his dismay, Cole was sharing a suite with Josh, andI was sharing one with the girls.

My brother was due to arrive later on to join the boys for the bachelor party. I was still so upset that my Mum wasn’t going to be with me on my wedding day physically, but she’ll be there virtually so she won’t miss anything.

Cole and Josh go off together to do the last-minute wedding checks while the girls and I hit the spa for a day of pampering before the bachelorette party in the evening. “Girls, I still can’t believe I’m in Vegas and Shay is getting married. It seems so surreal.” Jo says, sipping her cucumber and mint water while she snuggles into the lounger she was relaxing on with her green face mask and cucumbers on each eye.

I sigh, closing my eyes while getting my manicure. “I know, I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m anxious something horrible is going to happen and ruin everything.” I admit, and Aimee lifts her cucumber and looks at me with one eye.

“Shayla, you’ve been through so much over the last few months. Of course, you’re going to feel uneasy, but don’t stress yourself out. Everything is going to be perfect.” She assures me. “As your maid of honours, Jo and I will make sure everything will be perfect. Right, Jo?” We look at Jo when we don’t hear a word from her. “Jo?” Aimee throws a rolled-up towel at her, and she starts awake, her cucumbers falling off her eyes.

“Huh, what?” She mumbles drowsily, looking between us while Aimee and I crack up laughing.

“How the hell do you just conk out like that? You were awake like two seconds ago.” Aimee questions her, absolutely stunned, and Jo shrugs, putting her cucumber slices back on her eyes.

“It’s a gift.” She mumbles, falling asleep again. To be honest, I was feeling the jetlag myself, but I was too wired to get any sleep. I was absolutely delighted to marry the love of my life in less than thirty-six hours.

After our spa treatments, the girls and I began getting ready for our night out. I was dreading it so much. I hadn’t seen Cole all day, he was off with Josh, and it wasn’t till we were all ready to leave the hotel that I saw him. I was wearing a backless, white, sequin, bodycon mini dress put together with a pair of red stilettos. The girls curled my hair and hung a ‘Bride’ sash around me and a veil on my head.

“Is the veil necessary?” I complain, trying to take it off, but they slap my hands away.

“Yes!” They say in unison and look me over.

“You’re looking fire, girl. Cole is going to die when he sees you.” Jo giggles, smacking my bum, and I shake my head.

“Good, I want him to look at me and remember what he’s got to look forward to for the rest of his life,” I gush blissfully, applying my red lipstick as the door goes off. Jo rushes off to answer it while I pack a few things into my clutch. I look up when I hear a low whistle and smile when I see Cole standing in the doorway looking drop-dead gorgeous in his black, muscle fit, short sleeve shirt, and black slacks. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

“God damn, baby,” He groans, walking over to me, his eyes raking over my body desirously. “You look…” He moans, swallowing hard.

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