บททั้งหมดของ KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance): บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

~~~CAIRO~~~I walk down the corridor toward Skye’s room, but my head is a fucking mess. I gave up the hunt. I stopped looking for her real mom because I made a choice I thought would actually mean something. A choice that was supposed to protect Diana. But that same choice just got me slapped across the face yesterday. My mind’s been spinning in circles ever since, searching for a reason that makes a little sense.Diana looked at me like I was a monster. Like I was something she had to crawl away from to survive. And I don’t even know why. I haven’t called her yet. I’m not about to dial her up and sound like some desperate pussy begging for an explanation. But fuck, I need to know what’s rattling around in her head. I need to know what her mom said that turned her from the woman cooing in my shirt to someone who couldn't stand the sight of me.I reach Skye’s room and the door’s still shut. I flew into Vegas late last night and she was already asleep so I didn't get to see her lit

"Get the fuck away from me!" She screams, I’m surprised the whole neighborhood isn't standing on their porches by now. People usually don’t mind their business in places like this, but right now, it’s just us. My feet are glued to the dirt. My brain is struggling to process the image in front of me, trying to square the woman standing in the sun with the one I saw her body burnt to a crisp five years ago.I take one step forward, just one, and she stumbles back like I’ve got a loaded gun pointed at her chest."HELP!" she shreaks. Her eyes are darting toward the houses on either side of us, looking for a savior who isn’t coming.She’s terrified. Genuinely scared as fuck. And that’s the first thing that tells me something is wrong. The Jennifer I knew would have held a cigar between her wrinkled fingers, blown the smoke right in my teeth, and told me to go to hell without blinking. This woman is different. Her energy is thin. Fragile. She looks like she’s never even held a weapon, le

Cairo keeps walking toward me, closing the space between us. That honey and vodka scent fills up my lungs, overwhelming me with the kind of desire I don't want to admit I'm feeling.My legs suddenly hit something soft, and my ass lands hard on the center of Pippa's couch.Cairo chuckles as he towers above me, looking down like he's already won whatever game we're playing. He leans down and gets on his knees right between my legs, and I feel something in my stomach melt. Just having him there, right there, is doing something to me that I can't control.His arms drag me closer and I gasp helplessly. He wraps my legs around his waist, pulling me in until my shorts are brushing against the bulge in his pants.My heart isn't just racing anymore. It's galloping.I don't know if this is fear or hunger or both. Maybe it's fear of how much I still want him even after everything I saw. My brain is screaming at me to push him away, but my body isn't listening. My body is leaning into him, cra

The bathroom is still thick with steam and the scent of cocoa butter. I pull the door open, wrapping my white towel around my chest. My silver hair is damp, clinging to my neck in dark, metallic clumps, but the excitement in the room is already at a fever pitch.Pippa is standing by the bed, and I actually stop in my tracks to have a good look. She’s already dressed in a vibrant emerald green mini-dress that hugs every curve of her body. The color is loud, bold, and looks incredible against her skin."Damn, Pips, that green is everything on you.""Right?" She spins around, her eyes glowing. "But don't even try to hype me up yet. You haven't seen what's waiting for you in that black box."I turn my attention to the bed. The black box is sitting there like a silent, expensive promise. I walk over, my heart doing that annoying little gallop again. I reach for the golden ribbon, pulling the silk string. It slides off with a soft hiss, and I lift the lid.The scent isn't just something

~~~DIANA~~~{30 Minutes Later}"Aren't you married, Mr. Grayson?" I ask, turning slightly in my seat so I can look him in the face.Grayson gives me his smooth little smile, the kind guys use when they think they’re being charming. He shifts closer to me, his arm still resting on the back of my chair.“I’m in the process of divorcing my wife, actually. Papers are almost finalized. It’s been a long time coming.”I raise one eyebrow. “Almost finalized? That sounds like 'still married' to me.”He chuckles, like I just said something cute. “Technically, yes, but emotionally? I’ve been single for over a year now. My wife and I… we grew apart. She’s focused on her yoga retreats and I’m focused on actually living life."He takes a few seconds to rake me in with his eyes. "You seem like a woman who understands living life fully.”His eyes drop to my belly for a second before coming back up. “A woman as stunning as you shouldn’t be sitting alone anyway. Silver hair, that dress… you’re making