or two.
“No problem.” Will ended the call and finished what was left of his whiskey before there was a knock at the door.
He’d almost forgotten about the request he’d made to hotel services.
As he stood to his feet, the whiskey almost knocked him back down on his ass. He was officially drunk and thank fuck they didn’t have to rely on him getting them to the suburbs of Vegas where Paul and his wife, Jerrica, lived. It was at least a thirty minute trek from the Strip without traffic but plenty of people were still out and about, and the Strip still looked like a parking lot due to out of town drivers, massive limousines arranging from the more classic type to Hummers and Escalades.
Will wandered over to the door swaying a bit and took the package from hotel delivery before he tipped him a fifty and closed the door.
“Laurel, babe!” he yelled out, “what the fuck you doin’ in there? Kaz is sending a limo—we gotta stay with Paul and Jerrica tonight.”
She left their bedroom suite and met him in the sitting room where he’d collapsed on the sofa. She looked completely different, her damp hair in a high pony tail and she wore a pair of boyfriend jeans and short-sleeved, black burnout tee with Winter’s Regret in silver-blue letters.
“There’s no need to shout. I never unpacked so I’m ready to go downstairs when you are.”
“Good. Here you go.” He threw her the package and she caught it with ease.
“What the fuck is this?”
“A happy pill…at least for me.”
Will watched her reaction as she opened the brown bag and removed a box of Plan B One-Step. “What the hell is this for?”
He watched her carefully as she opened the box. “That bastard fucked you bareback, Laurel. He might have had your body tonight but he will not control an ounce of our future and that means making sure his seed wasn’t planted tonight. You got that?”
Her eyes, more green than hazel at that point, looked terrified but she nodded her head vigorously. She stood on slightly shaky legs and strode over to the bar, grabbed a miniature bottle of Grey Goose, and swallowed the tablet with the alcohol.
“It’s a much better alternative than a drive to a clinic, wouldn’t you say?”
“Of course.” Laurel finished her vodka. “I wasn’t thinking and thank God you bought this because I don’t want Karl’s kid. He’s engaged to be married for Christ’s sake. Let his fucking wife have his perfect, tow-haired, blue-eyed fucking kids.”
Will glared at her before he smiled slightly to himself before there was a knock at the door yet again.
“The limo must be here.”
Laurel looked up before she quickly walked into the bedroom and grabbed her luggage.
Meanwhile, he opened the door and the bellhop started loading their luggage onto the luggage cart.
Will and Laurel left the hotel together. The ride to Paul and Jerrica’s was mostly quiet. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he finally grabbed her hand closest to him.
She breathed loudly before she buried her face into the crook of his neck. He could feel the wetness from her eyes and realized she was crying.
“I thought you hated me. Please just tell me that you’ll give us another chance. I don’t know…if it’s fair to base everything we’ve had on past mistakes. We’ve both made them but I promise I won’t hold anything against you if you do the same for me.” Her voice was quiet and muffled but her mouth was so close to his ear, he heard every word.
Will’s heart thundered in his body and he realized the decision was out of his hands. He couldn’t not give her a second chance. It wasn’t even about him not wanting to be alone but she was his and he was hers. This was the way it was supposed to be and tonight would haunt them for the rest of their lives if they allowed it.
If they chose to be strong and forgive one another then they
“No problem.” Will ended the call and finished what was left of his whiskey before there was a knock at the door.
He’d almost forgotten about the request he’d made to hotel services.
As he stood to his feet, the whiskey almost knocked him back down on his ass. He was officially drunk and thank fuck they didn’t have to rely on him getting them to the suburbs of Vegas where Paul and his wife, Jerrica, lived. It was at least a thirty minute trek from the Strip without traffic but plenty of people were still out and about, and the Strip still looked like a parking lot due to out of town drivers, massive limousines arranging from the more classic type to Hummers and Escalades.
Will wandered over to the door swaying a bit and took the package from hotel delivery before he tipped him a fifty and closed the door.
“Laurel, babe!” he yelled out, “what the fuck you doin’ in there? Kaz is sending a limo—we gotta stay with Paul and Jerrica tonight.”
She left their bedroom suite and met him in the sitting room where he’d collapsed on the sofa. She looked completely different, her damp hair in a high pony tail and she wore a pair of boyfriend jeans and short-sleeved, black burnout tee with Winter’s Regret in silver-blue letters.
“There’s no need to shout. I never unpacked so I’m ready to go downstairs when you are.”
“Good. Here you go.” He threw her the package and she caught it with ease.
“What the fuck is this?”
“A happy pill…at least for me.”
Will watched her reaction as she opened the brown bag and removed a box of Plan B One-Step. “What the hell is this for?”
He watched her carefully as she opened the box. “That bastard fucked you bareback, Laurel. He might have had your body tonight but he will not control an ounce of our future and that means making sure his seed wasn’t planted tonight. You got that?”
Her eyes, more green than hazel at that point, looked terrified but she nodded her head vigorously. She stood on slightly shaky legs and strode over to the bar, grabbed a miniature bottle of Grey Goose, and swallowed the tablet with the alcohol.
“It’s a much better alternative than a drive to a clinic, wouldn’t you say?”
“Of course.” Laurel finished her vodka. “I wasn’t thinking and thank God you bought this because I don’t want Karl’s kid. He’s engaged to be married for Christ’s sake. Let his fucking wife have his perfect, tow-haired, blue-eyed fucking kids.”
Will glared at her before he smiled slightly to himself before there was a knock at the door yet again.
“The limo must be here.”
Laurel looked up before she quickly walked into the bedroom and grabbed her luggage.
Meanwhile, he opened the door and the bellhop started loading their luggage onto the luggage cart.
Will and Laurel left the hotel together. The ride to Paul and Jerrica’s was mostly quiet. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he finally grabbed her hand closest to him.
She breathed loudly before she buried her face into the crook of his neck. He could feel the wetness from her eyes and realized she was crying.
“I thought you hated me. Please just tell me that you’ll give us another chance. I don’t know…if it’s fair to base everything we’ve had on past mistakes. We’ve both made them but I promise I won’t hold anything against you if you do the same for me.” Her voice was quiet and muffled but her mouth was so close to his ear, he heard every word.
Will’s heart thundered in his body and he realized the decision was out of his hands. He couldn’t not give her a second chance. It wasn’t even about him not wanting to be alone but she was his and he was hers. This was the way it was supposed to be and tonight would haunt them for the rest of their lives if they allowed it.
If they chose to be strong and forgive one another then they
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