VEGASPETE🔞+HER CRUEL BODYGUARD

Chepter 34[🔞+]

PETE POV

I went to my last appointment in the store alone. This was my second to last fitting, and I just didn’t feel like sharing it with Mom or anyone else. I hated when everyone looked at my face and expected to see something that wouldn’t be there.

Vegas waited in the front of the store. The fitting took place in a separate changing room in the back.

When the vendor had helped me put the dress on, I asked he to leave me for a bit. I couldn’t stand he constant chattering. I knew he meant well, and would probably be just what an excited, happy groom needed but I wanted quiet.

I stared at myself in the mirror in the changing room. The seamstress had done a marvelous job. The dress fit me perfectly. I smoothed my fingers over the suit part. I tried to imagine myself going down the aisle toward Marco that day, but my mind always changed the man waiting at the front to Vegas. I hated my brain for playing with me like that.

I could hear heavy steps.

The door swung open and Vegas stepped into the changing room. He and I both froze. His eyes took me in from head to toe.

“You’re not supposed to see me,” I snapped as he closed the door behind his back, closing us in.

He raised one sardonic eyebrow. “I’m not the yourgroom.”

“Right.” I shrugged. My throat became tight. A feeling I wanted to get rid as soon as possible. “Still. I want this to be a surprise for everyone on my wedding day.”

His eyes consumed me in a way that made me feel impossibly hot. “You look beautiful but you should have designed your dress. You’re far too talented to wear someone else’s design.”

Surprise washed over me. This was the nicest thing Vegas had said to me in weeks and it hit me right in the feels. I was still self-conscious about my fashion designs, especially something as important as a wedding dress.

“It would have taken too much time. And I don’t think Marco would have noticed the difference.”

He leaned against the door and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I would. Your designs always have a special touch. Sophisticated sexiness.”

I let out a laugh. “Sophisticated sexiness? I never thought the day would come that my brooding, sarcastic bodyguard talks like that.”

“I never thought the day would come that you’d pick out the dress for your wedding to Marco.”

Silence spread between us like a suffocating layer of ash after a volcano eruption. “Why not?” My voice was strangely tight.

His gaze seemed to undress me. My own eyes traveled over his muscled chest. My body erupted with goose bumps and a familiar heat gathered between my legs. I focused on my body’s reaction to him, desperately trying to ignore my heart. I desired Vegas. Desire was easy to handle. Easy to satisfy. So much easier than a heart’s longing.

I didn’t want to want Vegas. He’d been meant as a way to have fun before marriage. An uncomplicated and safe way to enjoy myself.

And damn had I enjoyed myself.

Vegas gave me a slow, confident smile that suggested he knew exactly what I was thinking. It was the smile that always made me weak in the knees and annoyed me endlessly at the same time. Only Vegas could do that.

“Do you want a few last orgasms before you’ll have to experience mediocre coitus with Marco?”

His words stung, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing it. Maybe he was pissed that I was marrying Marco. But I’d never lied to him. He’d known the rules of our bond from the start. Or maybe it was his way of coping with this impossible situation that was taking a toll on both of us.