All Chapters of Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MIRANDA"So, do you accept my proposal?" he asked, his voice rough.I felt my skin break out in goosebumps and my breath hitch. I could feel his breath on my neck, which only added to the shivers. His hands rested possessively on my waist, pinning me exactly where he wanted me: against the wall. His body pressed into mine, and I felt his erection against my stomach.The bastard was turned on, and the wetness in my panties showed just how turned on I was, too. Images of what had happened in a certain hotel room flashed through my mind - his strong, defined body, and especially what he could do with that damn mouth. If I hadn't been pressed against the wall, I would have fallen backward from the sudden loss of balance.I looked into those greenish eyes, dilated with an obvious and unfortunately mutual desire, and lost my train of thought. My refusal of that absurd, damn plan died on the tip of my tongue.All that came out was a whispered "Yes."Marlon just smiled, and when he kissed me,

MIRANDA "Motherfucker!" Andrea O'Connor's hysterical scream was my welcome as soon as I stepped into her office. My friend and partner at THE BOARDROOM, the most popular nightclub in all of Los Angeles, especially among rich men with desires to go back to high school and see beauties of all kinds in indecent school uniforms shaking their asses on stage. Even though this type of sexual fantasy might seem cheesy, men paid a small fortune, mainly for the discretion of keeping their identities secret - since some of them were either prominent men in society, or married. Everything they did, who they did it with, and how, was a closely guarded secret, guaranteed by a contract that heavily favored the contractor if anything went public, provided they didn't break any of the club's rules. One of those rules was total secrecy about what happened in the VIP area, Detention, the area managed by Lorenzo, Andrea's older brother. He was in charge of running the section where rebellious "stud

MARLON Julianne choked on her drink and lightly pounded her chest as she broke into a fit of coughing and laughter. I reached out to help the young woman - I didn't want her to die, after all - and when she had significantly recovered, Julianne leaned back in her seat, laughing. "You bastard, where did that come from?" I just shrugged and said smoothly, with a serious tone: "I've always loved you. I've been hiding these feelings out of respect for your brother, but... it's stronger than me." "Stop, for the love of God, stop." Julianne was still laughing, clutching her stomach, while I stared at her, trying in vain not to laugh too. She wiped away her tears and, still smiling, said, "Does this have anything to do with that idiotic deal you made with your father?" I didn't need to ask how she knew about that. I remembered the meeting I had with my father, Thomas Whitaker, one of the most respected multi-millionaire CEOs in our industry. Like a father concerned about his of

MIRANDAI opened my eyes to the sound of running water. With my head throbbing and feeling slightly confused, I tried to remember what happened last night, but gave up when the headache became too annoying. I decided to go back to sleep, rubbing my face into the soft, comfortable pillow, smelling a wonderful and intriguing woody scent mixed with a hint of strawberry, and the unmistakable smell of sex. I opened my eyes and realized where I was: naked in a massive bed in a completely different room than the one I stayed in yesterday. I briefly remembered the stranger with striking blue eyes... and the sex. I sat up abruptly, which was a terrible mistake. I closed my eyes and waited for my brain to stop rattling around inside my skull. When it was safe to open my eyes again, groggy from sleep, I crawled across the bed, and failing to find a solid spot to brace my arms, I fell right off the mattress. I pushed a few strands of hair out of my face in frustration and leaned on my arm, feel

MIRANDA"Wake up, girl." I felt someone touch my shoulder.I woke up with a start, looking around, trying to figure out where I was. As my vision slowly adjusted, I recognized the room with its white walls, simple yet luxurious decor, and floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows. Gray curtains kept the sunlight from entering the room, and the clock read eight-fifty on a Sunday morning.I saw my friend in her simple black silk pajamas, her red hair tied up in a messy bun. Andrea smiled as she set a breakfast tray on the nightstand next to the bed, picked up a small remote, and pointed it at the curtains, which immediately opened to reveal that it was already a new day. I blinked in confusion, threw off the covers, and realized I was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt and panties."How did...?""That medicine kind of knocked you out, and I thought you looked so cute sleeping that I didn't want to wake you, so Lore carried you in here. Don't worry, I kicked him out when I changed your clothes,"