Love And Vegas Novelas e Histórias

He held her hand again but she slaps it off again " you know what all this while , I never loved you . I just felt I needed to go on with the wedding because I have not been sincere to you , even when I was not a bit interested in you , As it is now , we are equal , I mean no one is at lost so I guess I have to call off this wedding . Early in the morning I will publicly declare it over . " Loveth removed the ring he had given her from her finger and placed it on the table " have your ring Wesley , I see no reason keeping it any further , I will give everything you gave me back to you as soon as possible ." " Loveth you can not do this, I love you ." Wesley said solemnly

“You know why I wasn’t back Saturday. Let me tell you why— because I was in Vegas.” “Vegas?” They say in unison, and I nod. “As in Las Vegas…” “Yes! Vegas, as in Nevada, Las Vegas!” Jo looks over at Aimee, who stares at me, her mouth agape. “I can’t remember a damn thing. I was so drunk I somehow ended up on a private jet flying to the fucking states.” “With that guy?” Jo questions, a dumbfounded look on her face. “Yes, with that guy,” I say, pulling my lacy black top on. “That’s not even the worst part, oh no, it gets better. We got married by Elvis. Like legally married.”

Nothing is more beautiful than all of that. Alberto and Vega even promised to be faithful forever. Vega believed that they would cancel one of their contract marriages. What the hell is that? They love each other and fight for it. "I'm so happy, Vega. You're the only one I love." "Me too, Alberto. You’re the only man I love in this world." An idea popped into Vega's head. They haven't been on vacation together in a long time. The Maldives is the right place to share time together.

Damian didn’t move. Vega sighed, poured himself a scotch, and took a leisurely sip. “You’ve become sentimental. It’s disappointing.” “You’re mistaking love for weakness,” Damian replied coolly. “Don’t.” Vega’s eyes gleamed. “Love. A dangerous thing for a man like you.” Damian said nothing. Vega continued, swirling the ice in his glass. “I want Cavendish Hotels. You knew that already.” Damian’s jaw tightened. “Not happening.”

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

"How come..that.. You don't want me anymore Dylan..?" "It was a mistake.." "A mistake? You told me that you loved it! You almost moaned when we did it! You always said that i'm the only one who knows how to rock your body! Now you tell me it was a mistake?" "Have i ever told you that i loved you? Have i ever gave you hope? What was our motto,do you remember what deal we've made,huh?" "What..what happens in Vegas.." she repeated. "..stays in Vegas. See? We agreed that this would be just for fun,only to get those stress stuffs out! No attachments,no feelings,no love,nothing! There was nothing between us,and there will be nothing,okay? Is that clear? "

"Though, if that's how I can make up then let's make a deal. " "What deal?" "Don't marry me, " he began, bringing my attention, " All You have to do is to stay with me for three months during this time, you have time to know me better and fall in love with me." My mouth slightly opened, as I looked at him, stunned with a chuckle, "I can't love you even if you give me the next three lives, "

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

The dress came almost to mid-thigh, so a lot of those legs were on display. He was not going to lie. He'd had fun with those legs. It was just a shame they were connected to the rest of her. Her face furrowed into a pained grimace. She crossed the room, stretching her hands out in front of her as if to grasp his. "I wanted to express my gratitude for consenting to attend the wedding. It means everything to Ryan and me. "I understand how painful it must be for you after I broke your heart." Casper just stood there staring at her. Part of him wished he could ask her what planet she lived on, but he already knew the answer. It was Kendall's globe, and everything revolved around her. Did she tru