Todos los capítulos de KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance): Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

~~~DIANA~~~The gift box slips from my fingers and shatters into tiny pieces on the tiled floor of the hotel lobby. Eden freezes immediately. His eyes widen as soon as they land on me. “Shit! Diana!”The man I just wedded two hours ago is on top of his boss. His bare ass was moving fast while her legs circled around his waist. He hurries off her, dragging the sheet with him as he goes. She sits up slowly, pulling the comforter over her chest. She doesn’t even look embarrassed. She looks rather annoyed.The same woman he brought to his house three months ago and introduced as “just my boss, Bella, from work.” The same woman who smiled politely while I poured her coffee just a week ago.Now she’s moaning under him in a hotel room he booked in the same building where we just had our wedding.Two hours ago I stood in front of everyone in that ballroom and promised to love him forever. I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt because I really wanted to be the perfect wife for him.My knees fe

Cairo keeps his palms pressed against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me completely. His olive-gray eyes stare straight into mine like he's trying to see inside my soul.“Diana?” he says, repeating my name like he's tasting it. “That’s what you said your real name is, right?”I nod once, barely breathing. My heart won't stop pounding.“Now tell me who the fuck you're married to.”I keep staring into his eyes, wondering what he plans to do to Eden. “What are you gonna do?” I ask quietly. “Kill my husband? Kidnap him too?”He gives me a small amused smile, the kind that would make any woman melt if she wasn't already terrified. His thumb starts drawing gentle circles on my cheek.“I'm gonna spare him… But only if he didn't know you're my woman.”The words “my woman” pull a quick breath out of me. My lungs feel useless.I give him a soft laugh, just to show him how crazy he sounds.“Growwwwl!” A stupid, ugly sound comes from my stomach.We both freeze for seconds.The wed

“Get out of the fucking car, Diana.”I stare at him; my brain is screaming at me to lock the door, to honk the horn, to do anything but obey.“No,” I whisper, even though he probably can’t hear me.I shake my head aggressively, my hair brushing against the leather seat. “I’m not coming out. Go away!”Cairo doesn't look angry. Instead, his lips curved into a smug look I don't like.It's the kind of smile a predator gives when the victim thinks they've got a choice.“Eden is only a minute away, Diana,” he says, his voice sounding lethal and dangerous.“If I have to break this glass and drag you out, he’s gonna hear it. And then I’ll have to deal with him.”Then he gets close to my ear through the window, close enough to make my body react.“Do you really want your husband crawling before he reaches his car?”My chest empties instantly with a panicked gasp.I stare at him and I can see the firm promise in his eyes. I think this man can actually do what he just said.My fingers are shaky a

Eden is standing right in front of me, and my hands are fumbling with my buttons.They're literally shaking so hard I can barely get the plastic to go through the loops. I’m trying to act like everything is normal, but my skin is still hot from Cairo’s touch and my heart is almost collapsing.He doesn't look at my face at first. His eyes move straight to my chest, staring at the black lace of my bra and the bare skin I haven't managed to hide yet. The air in the woods feels like it’s turned to ice."What the hell!" Eden gasps. His face goes from a flush of anger to a pale gray. "Diana, what the fuck is going on here?"My fingers just freeze on my shirt. I can't even look at Cairo, I know he's standing right behind me like a dark shadow. This is exactly what he wanted.Eden looks at Cairo, then shifts his gaze back to me, his chest heaving. "I asked you to wait a few minutes for me," he says, pointing his shaking finger toward the road where the car is sitting. "Then you leave the

~~~CAIRO~~~"Arhhh!" I hear that tiny, high-pitched voice behind me and my head snaps back so fast I nearly broke my neck.I was just standing in front of my mirror, working my cufflinks and trying to get my head straight for the day, but now I’m looking at my four-year-old daughter, holding my heavy crystal glass of bourbon. She’s squeezing her face like she just swallowed battery acid.My heart does a fucking somersault."Skye! What the he—"I rush over and snatch the glass out of her tiny hands before she can drop it on the floor or, worse, take another swig. I look at her, ready to go into full lecture mode, but she just starts giving me that mischievous little laugh."What are you doing with dad’s drink?" I ask, my voice sounding more panicked than I want it to.Her face shifts instantly. She gives me that "pity me" look that she knows works on me every damn time. “I didn't drink it, Dad. I just put my tongue in it."I blow out a ragged breath. “Skye, you can't keep touching