A Night in Vegas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

Madison’s POVBip bipBip bip bipBippppp Why are my mornings always like this? Why can’t I ever sleep peacefully?,It feel like my brain contents were being ran through a meat grinder. Graphic? I know. I can feel the bright presence of the sun rays on my face, I must have forgotten to pull down the blinds yesterday, did I mention that my head was killing me? My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up!!! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to m

Ethan’s POV We stepped into a fairly filled bar and sat on a aisle close to the bartender, who looked like he’s had a long night. Noticing us as we sat at the aisle he began approaching us, “Evening Sir, Miss, what can I get you both?” He asked. I turned towards Mellisa, “I know just the perfect drink, may I?” It didn’t look like she in any way trusted my judgment. “Just give it a trial, if you don’t finish it you get to dare me to do anything” Upon hearing that her eyes began to sparkle; she smiled then nodded. “Two Ardbeg scotches please,” I told the waiter. For someone that looked stressed he was quite fast with his services, I watched Mellisa take her first sip and turned to face me, “ Did you mean to serve me sadness in a martini glass.” I placed my right hand on my heart faking a wounded expression, “That’s a two hundred year old scotch.” “So it’s dead to social and emotional cues?” I couldn’t help myself, I burst into laughter with tears threatening to fall out of my eyes. W

Madison’s POVWe stepped out into the hands of reporters, flashing lights and cameras were everywhere with various questions being thrown about…“Miss, Miss, is this a whirlwind romance or a well planned business merger?”“Should we be expecting a baby soon?”“How’s the family taking the news - are they trilled or suspicious?”“Madison would you say you’re in this just to better your lifestyle?” Tom and some other body guards I didn’t notice before were trying to clear a path for us to walk, at this point I was stuck to Ethan’s body like a magnet as I tried to steal a little out of the confidence he propelled off. Ethan stopped shortly to address the multitude “ A press conference will be held and all your questions will be answered guys, have a nice day.” We finally made it to where three SUV’s were packing and I was gently moved towards the one in the middle while the guards got in the other two. “To the airport,” Ethan instructed the driver.I relaxed back against the comfy leat

Madison’s POVAfter we were finally able to escape Michael’s speculations, Ethan explained that it was best I came over to his place as there was a contract to be signed on which I disagreed with him.I mean sue me!! Everything was happening so fast, before I could fully process a scenario another was being added on top. I just wanted to go to my apartment, have a long shower and lie under comfy, clean sheets on my own bed. I’d take any resemblance of normality right about now.“Explain to me again, why can’t you give me one of your bodyguards to stay with me in case of any paparazzi in front of my building, and I’ll get back to you later when I’m more put together?” I demanded.“Trust me, even five bodyguards won’t be able to tackle what I’m sure is waiting for you at your apartment. My place is more secure, majorly because it would be seen illegal if they stepped even a foot in my establishment. Not to talk of how it would show we are maintaining a united front as happy, newly weds”