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  ‘He isn’t I asked, speak later’

  ‘Ok take care’ she calls her voice unable to contain her joy.

  I shower and dry my hair plaiting it down my back before dressing in tiny denim shorts and an off the shoulder t-shirt with my wedges, I may do some shopping after breakfast or maybe a spot of sunbathing by the pool whilst the weather is warm. I apply some make up and ensure I look presentable just in case of a certain green eyed gentleman and wander down to the restaurant for breakfast. As I enter I glance around to view the occupants of the room to find not just Grant and a couple of businessman in suits obviously having a breakfast meeting but a couple of the girlfriends from the wedding party who after glancing at each other call me over.

  I sashay over, aware of a pair of green eyes observing me, towards the girls who invite me to join them, I sit but they have finished their food so hopefully they will exit shortly. I order some tea before standing to retrieve some breakfast, as I pass Grant’s table my eyes find his and they lock in to his as I smile. He looks handsome in his suit and my heart flips the guy next to him glances towards me and smiles muttering something to his companions, I notice Grant frown before murmuring something back. I fetch an omelet and some juice before returning to the girls who seem to be gathering their things, ‘So where did you disappear to yesterday?’ Sandra enquires ‘we all went out for dinner after the bar although some of the boys drifted off to a club of some sort’ she smiles.

  ‘Oh I did some sightseeing’ I informed her.

  ‘Oh well’ she glances at her friend nervously ‘we are off to do some shopping if you would like to join us’

  I smile at her ‘Thank you but I am fine, enjoy your day’ and they leave with a relieved smile.

  ‘See you later for the hen-night, I believe we are going to the Paris Hotel then on to a club’ Helen informs me, ‘we are meeting in the Piano bar at 7.30pm’

  ‘Ok thank you’ I murmur as they wave their departure.

  I tuck into my omelet whilst checking my texts and mails on my phone. I am drinking a mouthful of tea when my phone buzzes, I glance down and notice a text,

  You look delicious!

  My eyes remain on my screen as my stomach flutters I type a reply,

  You look good enough to eat!

  I hear him cough and test a glance upwards a small smile lightly on my lips to notice Grant attempting to keep a grin off of his face. It gives me courage and I send another one,

  Can’t wait to taste you!

  It is quiet and I glance upwards once again to see his eyes darken with promise only there is no longer a smile on his face. I take a breath in and attempt to convey a message back before his colleague demands his attention once again. I sign my bill before standing to leave, I notice Grant also getting to his feet I hear him inform his guests that he will be right back. I sashay my rear end in my shorts aware that he is directly behind me.

  ‘Hot’ I hear him mutter and I smile to myself as I exit the restaurant. When we are out of view of the restaurant I turn and smile at him.

  ‘Good morning’ I mumble as he stops extremely close in front of me.

  ‘Well good morning yourself’ his eyes roam down my legs before finding my eyes ‘did you sleep well?’

  ‘I did indeed, a room to myself after all’ a subtle way of informing him I was alone in bed.

  ‘Glad to hear it’ he mutters ‘although I did witness your ex in action in the foyer late last night. I guessed he would be sleeping elsewhere’ he raises an eyebrow I think searching for a reaction.

  ‘Well good for him’ I smile my insides churning ‘you look very handsome today’

  ‘Why thank you, you just look….’ his eyes darken ‘fuckable’

  I take a sharp breath in as my sex clenches ‘so what are you planning to do about it?’ I whisper feeling suddenly wanton.

  ‘Oh Abi you have no idea’ he croaks his hand in his trouser pockets I assume to hide his arousal, I am breathing heavy my nipples pressing against my t-shirt. Grant’s eyes rest on my breasts and he exhales a breath ‘Jesus Abi’ he whispers ‘I will finish this as soon as I can, keep your phone close’ he backs away his eyes black with lust.

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  I decide to jump a cab and visit the local premium outlet for a couple of hours and enjoy the morning wandering around buying a few items including a new dress from one of the designer shops. It is too short and barely covers my backside but I decide that Scott has changed me enough, he doesn’t approve of me looking slutty and prefers longer dresses that reach just above my knee. I however prefer to show my assets and my legs are one of them, I have my red shoes with me anyway which will team well with my red clutch bag and lipstick that Scott has forbidden me to wear. All on the credit card of course.

  Standing in front of the mirror at 7pm I look more like the old Abi than the old Abi, I have my brand new lace nude dress on with the red accessories, I have straightened my hair which is past my breasts and added a substantial amount of makeup including my red lipstick. Scott has been back during the day and taken out of our room all of his luggage so whoever or wherever he is he is obviously planning on remaining there for the duration.

  I wonder whether I should even bother going tonight or even whether I am welcome but I decide to walk down to the bar and play it by ear. As I walk from the lift to the Piano Bar my phone buzzes I stop and check,

  You look absolutely stunning!

  I smile before replying,

  Where are you?

  I continue towards the bar noticing a few appreciative glances from men in the casino, it is then that I realize Scott has zapped all of my confidence over the past year or so and I curse myself for allowing it to happen.

  I reach the bar and notice the crowd gathered, Sandra glances up at my attire and I notice her eyebrows raise in judgment, what is the problem with these girls most of them are late twenties, early thirties why do they dress so old? I take a breath and move directly to the bar, Scott saunters over his eyes regarding me distastefully, ‘what the fuck are you wearing?’

  ‘It is called a dress Scott’ I utter sarcastically my insides dropping, have we really reached this rock bottom level in our break up?

  ‘Are you purposefully attempting to embarrass me Abi?’ his eyes are cold and hard.

  ‘No, you are managing that all by yourself. I am merely being myself Scott something that you have disapproved of since the day we met’ I utter quietly. The barman approaches and I order a glass of white wine.

  ‘I don’t know why you are here really Abi, you aren’t welcome’ he snarls.

  ‘It is a bar, I am enjoying a drink Scott’ I murmur feeling homesick, why am I here? He shakes his head and turns towards his friends as I lift my drink to my lips and anxiously gulp a huge mouthful. Sandra bounds over out of pity I imagine, ‘do you want to join us Abi?’ she checks her eyes sympathetic.

  ‘No I am fine thank you for asking Sandra, I am just finishing my drink and am leaving’ I smile at her thankful for her invite, she returns a smile.

  ‘I am sorry Abi, take care’ she whispers and I nod. I glance over and notice a woman who I have never seen before hanging onto Scotts arm whilst he is smiling down at her. I shake my head, why did he encourage me to join him in Vegas?

  ‘Hey’ a gentle voice murmurs from beside me and I turn to face Grant.

  ‘Hi’ I give him a small smile grateful for his company.

  ‘I think he has chastised you enough don’t you?’ his eyes regard the crowd with cold distaste, ‘let’s go!’ he demands throwing some bills on the bar for my drink before taking my hand and pulling me towards the exit. I notice Sandra frowning with her mouth hanging open and I offer her a small genuine smile, Scott turns as someone mumbles something to him and appears shocked before sending daggers my way.

  We continue past the casino my hand still entwined in his as I note his attire, he looks hot in a light grey suit with a black shirt, he also appears extremely angry and I tug on his hand. He s
tops and turns to face me, ‘you ok?’ his eyes warm slightly.

  ‘Yes are you ok?’ I test frowning at him.

  ‘No, I am furious’ he exhales a breath ‘what the fuck are you doing with a prick like that Abi?’

  ‘Well I am not with him’ I murmur quietly aware of our surroundings, I feel ashamed at Scott’s treatment of me and lower my eyes.

  ‘No!’ he demands ‘don’t you dare, he has the problem not you’ he tips my chin up towards him his eyes sparkling with anger. I stand gazing up into his beautiful face my insides fluttering as the shame turns to lust, the air is filled with sexual tension and I can hardly breathe, his eyes darken and he takes a breath,

  ‘Let’s get out of here’ he croaks.

  We exit a door and walk pass the swimming pool area he doesn’t speak or touch me but guides me to a side door leading off of the hotel to a parking area. The same driver from yesterday appears in a limo this time opening the door as we approach. I bend to enter the car aware that my backside is probably hanging out as I do but not bothering to care.

  I hear him gasp before he informs the driver, ‘it is ok I have it from here’ I smile to myself as the driver moves to his door. Grant follows me in before closing the door on us, the middle window is closed and we are entirely alone. My heart is beating hard against my chest as I gaze over to him, ‘hi’ I murmur croakily my voice shaking slightly with apprehension.

  ‘Hi’ he whispers his eyes appraising me ‘you are beautiful’ he announces and I flush, my skirt is just covering my pants as I sit but I feel desirable which is something that I have forgotten. ‘I have thought of nothing else today but this moment’ he informs me as the driver pulls out of the hotel.

  ‘Me too’ I murmur lustfully.

  ‘You didn’t wish to spend the evening with those people did you?’ he enquires ‘I cannot believe how he addressed you Abi’ he shakes his head.

  ‘I think I should endeavor to locate a flight home tomorrow’ I sigh ‘he has succeeded in making a fool of me’

  ‘He has made a fool of himself, the guy is senseless you look striking’ he is regarding my legs his eyes softening.

  ‘He never appreciated the way I dressed he thought I appeared slutty’ I shrug.

  He regards me for a while before leaning over and tilting my chin towards him, he places his lips on mine and gently tastes me stroking my lips with his tongue, I open my mouth and allow him entrance as my hand locates his hair. Once again we are caught in the spell of tongues and groans as he pulls me across his lap his hand stroking my thigh gently up and down his thumb grazing my inner thigh. I groan loudly as it locates my moist pants.

  ‘Oh Abi, you are so wet, I want to fuck you so bad’ he murmurs against my lips ‘all I can think of is being inside you’ I am molten hot, my sex is burning at his words, ‘this morning when you walked into that dining room I almost spontaneously combusted. It didn’t help that my colleague made it clear what he would like to do to you’ he growls.

  ‘I want you’ I moan as he bites my neck gently, teasing, I am panting as he cups my sex ‘oh god’ I gasp as he moves my briefs aside and strokes my moist core slipping two fingers inside my entrance, ‘yes’ I moan against his mouth tilting my hips up to meet his thrusts.

  ‘Oh you feel so good Abi’ he whispers his thumb tracing my aching nub applying pressure as I pant.

  ‘I want you inside me’ I demand as he thrusts in and out slowly. I feel my insides tightening for release, the waves build higher and higher before I cry out as they wash through my body my sex clenching his fingers into me.

  ‘Fuck Abi’ he is panting nibbling my throat ‘I need you in my bed’

  ‘Yes please!’ I moan against his neck and he chuckles.

  ‘You are so loud the poor driver’ I feel his grin as he drops a kiss on my head.

  ‘Oh no!’ I am mortified ‘can he hear me?’

  ‘Honey, I think the whole of Vegas heard you’ he nips my neck and I groan ‘god you are fantastic’ he mumbles.

  Chapter Four

  We walk into The Wynn Hotel and move to the restaurant, we obviously have a reservation and are shown to a remarkably private area where we are seated. Grant is regarding me intensely and I smile at him shyly, ‘there is absolutely no point in the reticence now Abi’ his lips twitch and I flush glancing down at the menu deciding on the fish, I place the menu on the table and take a deep breath to steady my insides.

  ‘You look all flushed’ he murmurs quietly ‘just an aperitif I assure you’ and my insides clench. The thought of a bed and some privacy appeals to me tremendously my face must convey this as he provides a slow promising grin, I can hardly breathe I am so sexually attracted to this man.

  The waiter arrives and takes our order, ‘let me pay for this please’ I ask ‘you paid for drinks yesterday’

  ‘Absolutely not, you are my guest besides yesterday was purely some nibbles you wasn’t hungry’ I probably couldn’t afford it here anyway ‘don’t sweat the small stuff Abi’ he hands me a glass of wine and tips his glass to mine, ‘to new friends’ and we smile at each other across the table.

  ‘You really are stunning’ he searches my face and I flush, he shakes his head smiling ‘Where do you live in London?’

  ‘Well as from when I return, I am on my best friend’s sofa, but I was in Notting Hill. What about you?’

  ‘I am in Canary Wharf’ he replies ‘I have a few properties for rent if you need any help?’

  ‘Oh no, thank you’ I close down.

  ‘Why?’ he frowns.

  ‘Because it is my responsibility, my best friend is organizing something for me as we speak. She let my room out when Scott talked me into make or break, biggest mistake of my life’

  ‘What is your surname?’ he requests.

  ‘Stephens, why?’ I glance up surprised by the shift in conversation.

  ‘You are very suspicious Abigail Stephens’ he muses.

  ‘What is yours?’ I probe.

  ‘Fitzgerald’ he shrugs and I smile.

  ‘Excuse me’ I raise and he stands too, what a gentleman! I grab my bag and walk deliberately to the restrooms I sense his eyes penetrating my back which encourages me to smile as I flick my long, straight hair over my shoulder. How can it be that Scott can make me feel so dreadful about myself and Grant so great? Did Scott ever promote such a sensation even in the beginning? No, I don’t think I have ever felt good enough for Scott. I glance at my reflection, I look happy even if it is short lived I am going to relish this fling.

  When I return Grant is ending a call on his phone and sends a smile towards me, ‘ok thank you Mike’ he presses a button and enquires, ‘you ok?’

  ‘Yes thank you’ I grin at him ‘everything ok? I hope I’m not monopolizing your time’ he is here to work after all.

  ‘Not at all’ he replies politely ‘I am where I wish to be’

  We enjoy our meal utilizing the time to familiarize ourselves with each other, Grant enjoys my stories of Bella and me on various nights out and enquires regarding my employment.

  ‘So do you enjoy your job?’ he queries.

  ‘Yes I do, I am a very organized person it suits me. My boss is great and very competent at his job which makes my life a lot easier. What about you, you mentioned property are you looking to invest in Vegas?’

  ‘Maybe’ he nods regarding me carefully.

  ‘Very secretive’ I smile playfully towards him ‘its ok don’t feel you have to divulge’

  ‘Coffee?’ he offers changing the subject.

  ‘No thank you’ my stomach somersaults as I realize our meal is concluding and the next stop is hopefully bed! I test a glance over to Grant who is observing me intensely once again, I smile and his lips twitch.

  ‘Shall we?’ he enquires.

  ‘Ok’ I murmur flushing.

  ‘Come on Miss Stephens’ he rises and places his serviette on the table.

  When we enter the hotel Grant grabs my hand leading me past the Piano Bar
, Scott and his friends are no longer there and I am thankful. We move towards the elevators Grant releasing my hand as he presses the call button and we wait for the doors to open. We enter alone the atmosphere crackling with electricity, he pulls me back to his front as the doors close his arms snaking around my waist.

  ‘You sure you are ok?’ he murmurs into my ear goose bumps appearing all over my skin at the contact as my heart beats out of my chest.

  ‘Yes’ I whisper back moving my head to the side allowing him access to my neck.

  ‘Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to’ he rubs his nose against my ear inhaling my scent ‘hmmm you smell like heaven’

  I press myself back against him as his arousal becomes evident, ‘hmmm’ I moan. He gasps and moves one hand up to my full breasts stroking gently whilst the other is splayed across my abdomen pulling me against him. The door pings signaling our arrival and I move forward breathing in short pants, he grabs my hand and we enter into the waiting corridor.

  I realize as soon as the door is opened that Grant has a suite, ‘wow’ I murmur ‘slightly bigger than my room’ I glance towards him and his face is serious and dark my breath catches at his powerful gaze, he illuminates sex. He removes his jacket his eyes remaining on mine throughout before he strides towards me tossing his jacket on a nearby table, he stops directly in front of me.

  ‘Turn’ he whispers and I obey immediately my insides heavy with need. He moves my hair over one shoulder gently before he unzips my dress intentionally slow my sex burning in apprehension as I let out a small moan. ‘you can create as much noise as you want here Abi’ he utters his fingers tracing the zip down to my backside, I arch my back delighting in the sensations shooting through my body. He pushes the top apart allowing the garment to drop to the floor leaving me in nothing but my underwear and my red heels. I feel exposed but oh so turned on, ‘Grant’ I call begging him to touch me.

  ‘What do you want Abi’ he requests as I feel the heat of him along the length of my body but not touching.

  ‘You, I need you to touch me’ I gasp pushing backwards against him finally feeling his clothed body against my naked back. His arms wrap around me as he bites along my shoulder each one sending an electric current down to my aching sex, ‘oh god’ I bite my lip to prevent myself from calling out.