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Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter One
OUR CHANCE ENCOUNTERFOR MY FALL BREAK I wanted to go see the Grand Canyon. I wanted to take a helicopter ride to see it from above or a mule ride inside. Instead, my mom convinced me to go to Las Vegas.She went on and on about all the sights we’d see and the shows we’d go to.Tourist stuff.Maybe even drive out to see the Hoover Dam.We were going to make our way down the strip one casino at a time, starting at Mandalay Bay, and I was excited to see all the lights. After two days, we had yet to make it out of the Mirage’s front door.Secret Garden? Done by myself. The pool was boring after a few hours of reading and tanning alone.It’d been “five more minutes” for the last two hours, and I was beyond aggravated.Bored out of my freaking mind.It wasn’t the great girls’ getaway I thought it would be. It would’ve been better if my stepdad, Mike, was in my place, and I had just stayed home. Instead, I was being used as an excuse to get drunk and gamble.Yay.Vegas was
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Two
OUR FIRST OUTINGIT WAS THE SAME AS the day before—rinse and then repeat. It wasn’t even ten and Mom was already in the casino, while I was in the lobby reading. We only had one more night left before heading home, and there was still so much I wanted to see.Sadly, it looked like I would be going home unfulfilled. It was a complete waste of a trip for me.“Did she leave you alone again?” a familiar, smooth voice called, coaxing me to look up from my book.I quirked my brow. “That obvious?”My jaw wanted to drop at that sight of him, but that would be too conspicuous. If I thought he looked good in the suit from the day before, it was nothing compared to how sexy he was standing in from of me in the low-rise jeans and fitted button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up that he was sporting.What God did I need to thank for seeing him again?“Fairly.” He chuckled and took the seat next to me.“Dang, and here I was trying to look all important and above it all, instead of
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Three
OUR FIRST DATEI WAS A BALL OF nerves as we stepped into the elevator. His hand hadn’t left mine, and we were headed on a date. My first outing alone with a man.“What room are you in?” he asked, his other hand hovering over the elevator buttons.“21030. You?”He pressed the button for the twenty-first floor, then pulled his room key from his pocket and inserted it into the slot before punching twenty-eight.“28014.”“Let me guess—you’re on the suite level?”He smirked at me. “Yes.”“So, why didn’t you stay at one of the more expensive hotels on the strip? Why the Mirage?”He shrugged. “I’ve always liked it here, and the added bonus was that many of my meetings this week were in the hotel’s conference rooms.”The elevator slowed, then doors spread open. My gaze moved to him as I stepped forward, our hands still locked.“See you in an hour?”For a split second, he stared at me, but then his body was right up against me. His hand cupped my cheek and his lips pressed l
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Four
OUR MESSTHE NEXT MORNING I AWOKE to something hard slamming into my forehead. Opening my eyes, cringing against the harsh light streaming in from the window, I found the offending item. Sitting on the ring finger of my left hand was a very large, pear shaped diamond ring.My eyes widened and I sat straight up. A bad idea as my head began to pound, and it suddenly felt very heavy. Unable to hold it up, I fell to the side to lie back down and burrow into my pillow. I was stopped before reaching the mattress by a warm, moving, soft body. The person I landed on groaned, his arms swinging to wrap around me.I froze, and so did the body, both of us halting our breath. Large hands roamed down my sides, then over the swell of my hips and butt.A deep groan escaped the chest beneath my head. How did this happen? My gaze flitted around, realizing that I was not in my hotel room. My eyes shot down, and I sighed when I found my dress was still on, and so was most of his suit, though h
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Five
OUR PREDICAMENTI COULD ALMOST HEAR THE snare drum in my head beating a march like we were walking to the gallows, its beat picking up in pace as my hand reached out to slide my key into the slot.My heart stopped as the door flung open, my mother standing there with wide eyes, worry etched into her features.“There you are! Thank God!” She pulled me in for a hug, then stepped back to let us in. “I tried to call, but it went to voicemail. I didn’t think you’d be out all night.”“Sorry, Mom.”She glanced at Weston and looked to me, her worry melting away.“Did you two have fun?” she asked with a smile and a wink.I wanted to facepalm myself from her one-eighty change in reaction. My mom was actually hoping I had sex with him? I hoped that wasn’t it.“I’m surprised to see you, Weston,” she said, smiling at him. “Well, hurry up. Checkout is in two hours, and I want to get another few minutes in at the casino before we head out.”“Actually, Karen, we have something to tell
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Six
OUR TRIP HOMETHE ELECTRICITY FROM THE EXCITEMENT my mother stirred up had waned, and we were left with silence as we left Las Vegas and headed down the highway to Los Angeles, where Weston lived, in his car. The music was on low, and it lightened the mood a bit.“Am I the only one who thinks this is the most awkward moment?” Weston’s smooth voice spoke, breaking the heavy silence and my deep thoughts.“Nope,” I said, popping the “p” at the end.“Which is strange, because we were both so comfortable with each other yesterday.”“That was yesterday ... before we got married,” I reminded him.His head hung and he let out a sigh, looking at me cautiously out of the corner of his eye.“Never, in a million years, did I ever expect to come home from a business trip in Vegas as a married man.” He shook his head. “Fuck.”“Why am I going with you?” I asked, yet again.“Because your mom has some serious voodoo,” he noted with a humorless chuckle.I nodded. “I still c
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Seven
OUR HOMEWALKING INTO WESTON’S ... our ... home was like walking into a different world. The place was huge. And spotless. It reminded me of the display homes in the new neighborhoods that Mom always liked to look at, or a magazine portraying homes of the rich and famous. There was no clutter, not a speck of dust, nothing. It was hard to find personal items, just a few pictures hanging on the wall. Otherwise, it held a museum-like feel to it. I almost wondered where the film crew for MTV’s Cribs was hiding.“Kitchen is here, living room is through that way,” he said, pointing toward the large arched hole in the wall. We walked through, Weston mapping out the layout with hand gestures. It was a lot to take in, and I knew it would just take some exploring on my own to really understand it all.He halted when we neared the stairway, and I almost ran into him.“I didn’t think you were here yet,” he said.I looked around him to find a very pretty woman w
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Eight
OUR FIRST NIGHTDINNER WAS ENJOYABLE, THE ATMOSPHERE from the previous night returning. Weston was sexy, playful, funny, and sweet. A deadly combination. Afterwards, we curled up in front of the TV and channel surfed, catching a few minutes of some reality show and a bit of a comedy movie. It was very relaxing, lying nestled into his side, his arm around me. I felt warm, safe, and cherished.That night, it didn’t feel like we’d only known each other for a few short days. Instead, it felt like years had passed and we were an average couple hunkered down for the evening. Two people just enjoying being together. I hoped that even after some time passed that feeling would continue, never to fade.When it was time for bed, he walked me upstairs and stopped in front of my bedroom door.“Goodnight,” he said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.I didn’t want him to pull back. I wanted to continue feeling his body against mine and the comfort he provided. He looked betwe
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