We’ve been in Vegas for a few days and we still haven’t spoken with the ex. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a blast sightseeing and Grant even took me to see Britney! It was spectacular!

I shriek when I feel arms come around my waist before reaching up and palming my bare breasts. I’m happy, truly happy knowing I have a guy who can’t be away long enough to let me shower.

“Missed you baby.” He whispers in my ear causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin.

“Really? It’s only been a few minutes?” I’m a panting mess already which causes him to chuckle.

“Do you mind?” His hand moves slowly down my body to the juncture between my thighs.

“Oh god!”

“No baby, we’ve been through this before, it’s just me.”

My hand reaches back to find his cock. I give him a few pumps with my hand before realizing I can’t wait any longer. Lining him up with my pussy, I push backwards as he enters me inch by inch. Grant growls but takes over the task and thrusts his hips forward.

“Savage beast…” I moan.

“What was that?”

“I need… I need the savage beast.” I know this is all sounding very porno, but I can’t think straight and I want him to own the hell out of my pussy.

I pull back all the way so that just the tip is still inside me. I'm playing him, hoping he flips the switch... Bingo! My chest is pushed up against the shower wall in an instant as his hand pulls at my hair and his hips go feral.

“Holy crap!” I yell.

“Oh Aggie, I can already feel your pussy squeezing me. You’re close baby, so close.”

“So close.” I confirm.

Within a few minutes we’re both screaming each other’s names and panting like we ran a 10k. The waters raining down on us and it makes this crazy erotic. I seriously feel like my sex life has turned into one big adult film. The only difference is… I’m not acting.

I start giggling as he pulls out. “How perfect, I need to clean up but we’re already in the shower.”

“I don’t think this water’s enough to clean you up.” I look over and he winks at me.

“That was really corny.”

“Only for you baby.” He kisses my nose and we finish up our shower with only a hint of funny business. What can I say? We can’t keep our hands off each other!

After wrapping ourselves in towels, we make our way in our room to get dressed.

“If you sigh one more time I’m gonna get offended.”

I’m staring at my suitcase full of clothes unhappily. “I’m happy you didn’t just pack me bikinis, but…”

“But?”

I look up and find him putting on his suit pants and button up shirt. He sure is a sight to behold. Grant’s always dressed impeccably. Honestly, he looks great in everything he wears, even his designer jeans and tees.

I bite my lip. “Some of this stuff is really revealing and I don’t think there’s one pair of pants in here.”

“Hmmm.” He walks over to examine my wardrobe. “We can stop at a store, Natalie must have thought we were clubbing the whole time.”

“Natalie?”

“My assistant.”

“Do you club often? Because that’s not really my scene.”

“I enjoy the atmosphere and depending who I’m with, the company. Do I like women desperately throwing themselves at me? Not really.” He winks at me.

“My boyfriend was literally the biggest manwhore.” I mumble to myself while finally picking up a gorgeous dress. It’s black and tiny. After putting it on I realize I can’t wear a bra because it’s backless. I go to take it off when Grant stops me from unzipping it and turns me to face him.

“Hey, cut me some slack. I was with Michelle from when I was 17 and I was loyal the entire time, I’m not a cheater. How crazy could I have been in those months before I met you?”

“Want me to do the math for you? Thirty days in a month, six months…” He places his hand over my mouth.

“Point taken. But I respect women, so please wipe that from your pretty little head.” I nod my head as he removes his hand. “And by the way, you look beautiful in that dress.” He lets out a low whistle.

“Are you sure? I can’t wear a bra and I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that?”

He gets a thoughtful look on his face before going to his bureau. He grabs something from one of his drawers and walks back to me. “Put this on.” He hands me one of his white dress shirts. “I’m going to take you shopping. You deserve to feel comfortable in what you’re wearing. We can hit up a store you can get those special backless bra things.”

“Thank you! And I’d definitely wear this dress with the right bra!” I yell then place kisses all over his face. It’s not that I hate the clothes that his assistant picked out for me. They’re just… not me. Which makes me think I’m the complete opposite of what he usually goes for. Well clearly, I am after hearing about Michelle.

I put on his shirt and a pair of leggings that were randomly in my suitcase. I thought they were out of place compared to everything else, but thank god! After stealing one of his belts and fighting with it, I made a new hole so it fits my waist. Now I have the perfect outfit.

“You just poked a hole in my Versace belt.”

“Oh shit, sorry!” How could I be so stupid. I study the new hole in the leather trying to figure out how to fix it.

He laughs. “Aggie, don’t worry about it. That just made me fall for you a little more.”

I stand frozen. Did he just say what I think he did? Grant doesn’t dwell on it because he grabs my hand and takes me out of our hotel room in search of clothes.

Which makes me fall for him a little more. Shhh, don’t tell him.

 

 

***

 

We’re in our third store when Grant’s phone rings. I can tell by the look on his face it’s not someone he’d particularly want to talk to at this moment.

“Michelle.”

Damn, I wish she were on speaker. What can I say? I’m nosy.

“Seriously?... Typical... We’ll be there.” There’s another beat of silence before Grant speaks again. “My girlfriend not that it’s any of your business.”

I can actually hear her shriek through the phone “YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” I’m oddly thrilled about this. That’s right bitch, Grant has a new girlfriend and it’s me!

She’s still yelling when he hangs up the phone. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath before looking at me.

“I’m sorry baby but we have to go. The meeting just got scheduled for me, not that she ever takes anyone’s schedule into consideration.”

“Um… I can always walk back to the hotel so you can go by yourself.”

“Nope, you’re coming. You need to be there. I need you there.”

“Okay.” I whisper.

I go to place the clothes in my hands down on a display, but Grant grabs them and walks to the register before paying for them. I walk up to him like a whiny teen complaining about him buying all my clothes when I’ve offered at every stop we’ve made. I would have had to put everything on my credit card, but he needs to know I don’t expect him to pay for everything.

“I told you it was my treat. Let me spoil you a bit.” He bends down and kisses my forehead.

“Fine.” I huff. Truth, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable when he does all these nice things for me. It’s not like I have the option to do the same for him.

A half hour later we’re riding the elevator to the top floor in a notorious Vegas hotel. Up to the penthouse. I’m nervous beyond belief and I know Grant can sense it because he keeps squeezing my hand reassuringly.

A bell dings causing me to jump.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

“I’m kicking myself in the ass for not wearing that boob dress.” I mumble.

The door opens with Grant laughing and me smiling. The smile falls from my face when I look forward and see Michelle with a scowl on her face.

“It’s about time Grant.”

“Always a pleasure Mich.”

We step into the entrance, well, he pulls me off the elevator into the foyer. Michelle looks at our linked hands and fake gags. Real classy this chick.

“Is everyone here?” Grant asks.

“They’re in the living room. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new play thing?”

“Don’t start.”

She gets a wicked gleam in her eye that’s pure evil. It lets me know I have to keep my guard up around her. She’s trouble with a capital T.

Once we enter the living room I notice a whole bunch of people sitting scattered on the couches. There’s only one seat open so Grant takes it and pulls me on his lap.

“Cute. You guys better be careful when you’re in public.”

“Mich, that’s exactly why I called this meeting. This has gone on far too long. It’s not my baby and I want nothing to do with it. You need to figure what you’re gonna tell the press when I come clean.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really work for me.”

“Don’t try to fight me. After we broke up I went along with everything after your little “spa” visit. I even kept my mouth shut like a good little boy when you got yourself knocked up. No more. The lies are done. You should be thanking me for coming to you instead of outing you to the tabloids.”

“Oh Grant. Sweet, naïve Grant. This was your best feature because I could get away with murder around you.” She smiles. “But, I’m afraid you have no say in the matter.” She massages her swollen belly. It makes me wonder how far along she is.

“And I don’t give a fuck how you feel. Get it done Mich.”

He’s starting to get aggravated so I try rubbing his back over his shirt. I feel him melt a little into my touch a little.

“Jim.” She puts her hand out and a guy I’m assuming is Jim places a document in it.

“I didn’t want it to come to this, but you left me no choice. Remember the NDA you signed right after we broke up?”

“I do.”

“Well, what you don’t know is I had a special section added to it. Just in case something like this were to pop up.”

In an instant, I’m sitting in the seat by myself and Grants on his feet. “What the hell are you playing at Michelle?”

“Your hands are tied, you can’t go to the tabloids. Until this baby is born, you’re to play the part of a doting boyfriend and thrilled dad to be.”

He walks up and rips the paper from her hands. After reading it over the air in the room changes and I feel like I’m about to witness a nuclear meltdown.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He roars across the room.

“I assure you it’s all top notch. My lawyer worked on this bad boy for quite some time to get it just right. I’m not willing to lose my career over this baby nonsense.”

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”

Grant walks over to me, grabs my hand and pulls me towards the elevator. He quickly presses the elevator button while his chest’s heaving and I’m feeling all kinds of uncomfortable. After we’re safely inside and the doors about to close Michelle stops it.

“Just remember pumpkin, no PDA.” She winks and lets the doors close.

Then all hell breaks loose and my Vegas trip comes to an end.