All Chapters of Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LORENZO"When the contract was about to expire, Ella would not accept the end. She wanted to continue. Believe it or not, she came with some weird talk about thinking there was a spark and that we would continue with our 'love'. And when she saw I wanted to end it, she even suggested increasing the amount of money. But honestly, I could not pretend to enjoy having that woman's hands on me anymore. I did not have the stomach for it anymore, so I said no. I would not accept it, and that she should forget she ever saw me working in a bar." I paused, remembering Ella's face after she was certain I wanted nothing more. Her blue eyes turned dark, and her emotionless expression still gives me the chills to this day. I avoided looking at anyone, focusing my attention on Nessie's scent and warmth... "On the last night... she wanted a dinner, a perfect farewell for the end of our brief adventure," I said, clearing the small lump in my throat. My scars had a phantom pain that always surfac

MARLON "Hey, do not cry..." I started (wow, genius, as if asking would help, I cursed myself mentally). I held her shoulders, and Miranda sighed, hugging me. "If you did not like it... we can change it..." "No," she said, pulling away as I wiped her tears. "I liked it. I loved everything. I do not want to change a thing... I love you so much," she murmured, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and attacking my mouth desperately... I smiled remembering I was just as desperate to be inside her as she wanted me, that we made love right there, on the cold floor of our babies' room, and then in that chair, and then in our bedroom, and best of all, the stairs... Just remembering the warmth of her arms, her kisses full of desire, lust, love, and desperation, as well as the heat and wetness of her tight canal perfect for my cock, was already making it wake up. I sighed in frustration remembering Miranda's deadly glare when I tried to join her in the shower this morning and she threw

MIRANDA As soon as the door was thrown open, I pulled Emile behind me. I knew I had made the right decision the instant I saw the owner of the voice. As soon as he saw me, he raised the hand holding a Glock. I shuddered slightly out of fear. What is this madman doing?! "What are you doing, Ramone? Put that down!" I ordered, holding Emile's wrist. She struggled, trying to get out of my grip, but I did not let her. My ex-fiance's troubled eyes stared at me with disdain and a disturbing delirium. The gun in his hand made the blood freeze in my veins and sweat bead on my forehead. The faint smell of alcohol and the way his hand trembled were bad signs. He clearly was not thinking straight, and depending on the situation I found myself in, it was not going to end well for either side. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the knife block. The knives of various sizes could be useful to me, but by the time I grabbed them and used Ramone for target practice, I would be exposing my half-sist

LORENZO "You have to trust me," I pleaded. The grip around my waist showed no signs of loosening."I trust you," she said quietly. I couldn't see her expression, but I knew her eyes were welling up. "I am just frustrated that I can't do anything for you. I know this situation is getting to you, and it pisses me off," she whispered, sliding her hands down my abdomen.Even though that wasn't her intention, my length tightened against my jeans. Despite having just satisfied myself, there I was, ready for another round. I smiled and gently grabbed her wrists, touched by her concern. I turned to look at her, touching her face to memorize her features one last time. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair a messy tangle of someone who had just been fucked right. Nessie was wearing my shirt, which looked so perfect on her... I sighed.I didn't want to have to leave and put an end to our relationship.At least for now.It was necessary.Not that it was easy. It wou

ANDREIAThe smell of bacon and pancakes dragged me from my sleep. Even before opening my eyes, I felt my eyelids throbbing. I sighed and pulled the first thing within a hand's reach; since it was soft, I figured it was the pillow.I buried my face in it, accepting the darkness. It was welcome. Honestly, I wasn't ready to see the morning sun. Maybe I wouldn't be ready for another ten years.I checked what else hurt. Aside from my eyelids, everything was... OK.I frowned, and that was the moment I inhaled the scent of almonds and a specific smell of scented candles. I opened my eyes and pulled the pillow off my face upon hearing the door open.Before me stood a woman I had never seen in my life, but who was nonetheless a beautiful morning sight. She was tiny, probably around five foot four, with short dark hair featuring blue streaks, and slanted eyes that gave away her Asian ancestry. Her skin was pale as ivory; any brief squeeze would likely leave a mark. A hickey on her neck caught m