My eyes close. I finally have everything I could ever ask for.

"We need to get married," I state.

"We are getting married."

"No, I mean we need to get married now." I pause, kissing her lips. "Today."

"Do you want to go to Vegas?" she jokes, but I think that sounds like the perfect idea.



"We"ll leave tonight. Mom can plan some kind of party when we get home."

"Nolan, slow down."

"No, we"re getting married. I agreed with you before because you wanted to plan the wedding with our mothers, but this is no longer only about you. Now, we have our child growing inside you. Your mother and my mother will just have to get together and plan a party or some s.h.i.t."

"Plan a party?" she whispers, looking at me like I"ve lost my mind.

I ignore her and pull out my phone, sending a message to Ricket that tells him to bring the car around. Once we"re out of the office with an appointment for a few weeks later and a prescription for prenatal vitamins, we head out of the building.

"Sir, madam," Ricket says.

Chloe rolls her eyes, making Ricket"s mouth twitch. She keeps asking him not to call her that, and I believe that, normally, he would stop, but he enjoys ruffling my angel"s feathers.

"Ricket, we need to go to the airport. Just call ahead and have the plane readied to leave within the hour for Vegas."

"We"re not even going home for clothes?" Chloe asks.

"You can buy clothes in Vegas."

"This is ridiculous."

"This is what I should have done weeks ago. h.e.l.l, I should have just taken you to Vegas the first night I met you and married your a.s.s," I say, following her into the back of the car.

"Nolan, you"re being crazy."

"Beautiful"-I pull her into my lap and grab her face-"this is not up for debate."

"So we"re going to Vegas and getting married without anyone to witness it? Do you have any idea how mad our mothers are going to be?"

"We"re not going to argue about this. We"re going to Vegas," I tell her.

She presses her lips together and shakes her head. "When your mom hears about this, don"t blame me."

"It will be fine." I shrug.

"If you say so," she mutters.

When we arrive in Vegas, it doesn"t take long to get everything in place. Chloe has her dress sent up to the penthouse of the Paris Hotel while we"re still in the air, and I take care of a tux for myself. I also have someone brought in to do her hair and makeup along with someone to take photos. Even with this being short notice, I want Chloe to have good memories of this day.

"Who are you speaking to?" I ask her, walking into the bathroom, where there is a group of people around her.

"It"s not your mom, if that"s what you"re asking."

"I know you already did your damage talking to her. Who now? Your mom this time?"

"No, it"s Bre. She asked if I could meet her for dinner, but I told her no because my crazy fiance decided we"re getting married today and flew us to Vegas." She rolls her eyes then presses her ear closer to the phone when I give her the signal to hang up.

I told her that I didn"t want her speaking to her anymore, but apparently, she is not listening lately. Half the things I say to her go in one ear and out the other. I think she spends her days trying to think up ways to p.i.s.s me off. I can"t even imagine what it will be like now that she is pregnant. As soon as she ends the call, I s.n.a.t.c.h the phone from her hand.

"I do not want you to talk to her."

"Why?"

"She was one of the women you were with the night you were drugged."

"You don"t still believe she had anything to do with that, do you?" she asks.

"I have no way of knowing for sure, so until I have evidence that excludes her, she is not to be trusted."

"What reason would she have to do something like that?" she asks as a frown forms on her lips.

"People do crazy things every day. You never really know the reasoning." I do not want her to live in fear, but the reality of the situation is we don"t know who to trust right now, and there is no way I will risk her safety.

I go to her side and spin the chair around, placing a hand on each armrest. "Let"s not think about that today." I move a small piece of hair off her forehead with my finger. "Today is about us starting our future and enjoying the fact that you are carrying my child," I declare, watching her face transform and a look of amazement fill her eyes.

"I still can"t believe I"m pregnant."

"I can. I think deep down, even after you told me you had started your period, I knew you were pregnant," I say quietly.

"How?" she whispers, leaning towards me with a tender look on her face.

"You"ve seemed more settled, more at ease, like you"re content with where you are."

"I"m with you. How could I not be content?"

"What have you done with my mischievous fiancee?" I grin and she laughs, sitting back in the chair.

"If I acted like everyone else in your life, you would have grown bored with me."

"I doubt that, Angel." I chuckle, kissing her temple before standing to my full height. "I will see you at the altar."

"I"ll be there," she murmurs as I turn for the door. "Nolan."

I turn and look at her over my shoulder, watching her swallow then chew on her bottom lip. "What is it, Beautiful?"

She lifts her hand before dropping it to her lap, saying quietly, "I wouldn"t have you any other way."

Something about those softly spoken words make me feel more powerful than I have ever felt before. A lump forms in my throat and I nod, leaving before I do something p.u.s.s.yish like start crying.

"Son," my father says as soon as I pick up the phone.

"Dad," I reply. I know exactly what"s coming. Chloe called my mother on the way to Vegas, and my mother immediately began freaking out. Then she proceeded to call Chloe"s mom and add her into the conversation.

"Your mother wanted me to call you to tell you that you are now disowned and cut out of the will."

"Dad, I don"t want to sound disrespectful, but I haven"t even thought about my inheritance since I turned twenty-five."

"That"s exactly what I told her. Regardless, she wanted me to phone you anyway," he says on an exhale.

"Tell Mom that, if she relaxes, I will let her plan the baby shower," I say, hanging up the phone just as my dad prompts, "Pardon?"

It takes approximately thirty seconds for my phone to begin ringing again. I look at the caller ID and smile but press ignore as I head to the elevator. I know my mother, and I know she"s in a tizzy over the news that she is going to be a grandma and will forget about the wedding-at least for a little while. Since the moment she met Chloe, she has hinted that we needed to work on making her a grandmother, so now, her wish is coming true.

I arrive at the chapel, and the moment I enter the room, the officiate is at my side, leading me to the altar to wait for Chloe. I never believed I would want to get married again, but Chloe has changed that for me too. The tighter I can tie her to me, the better off I will be. She is my personal brand of kryptonite.

When the music begins to play, I turn towards the door, and my breath instantly stills when Chloe appears. Her dress is all lace, starting at her neck then completely covering her body, including the tops of her hands. The delicate fabric looks like it has been painted onto her, and as much as I love what she is wearing, I can"t wait to see what she has on underneath.

When we were in New York, Chloe and my mother were going back and forth about dresses. My mother wanted her to have a certain style of dress, and Chloe wanted something completely different. I stayed out of it unless Chloe asked me to step in. My mother could be opinionated, but Chloe was stubborn as f.u.c.k, and if she really wanted something, she would find a way to get it.

Now, seeing her walk to me in a dress I know she picked out, with her hair down and makeup that only enhances her already beautiful face, I am glad Chloe got her dream dress. The officiate says something as she arrives in front of me, but I hear nothing but the beat of my own heart as I pull her closer.

"You look breathtaking," I whisper against the sh.e.l.l of her ear.

Her hands fist into the lapels of my suit as I stand at full height, keeping her so close I can feel the heat of her skin. I"m so entranced by her that the rest of the ceremony is a blur until the moment Chloe takes my hand as the officiate repeats the words I just spoke to her.

I never expected to wear a ring again. I never expected Chloe to have a ring for me to wear, so I"m overwhelmed with emotions as she slides a simple band onto my finger. I don"t even wait for his permission to kiss the bride. As soon as her eyes travel from the ring that is now on my finger up to lock with my eyes, I wrap a hand around her waist, bend her back over my arm, and take her mouth in a deep kiss.

"Thank you, Angel," I whisper against her mouth.

"For what?" she whispers back, looking up into my eyes. The look in hers is so vulnerable and trusting that I know I have been given the greatest gift anyone could ever receive.

"You," I grunt, overwhelmed with emotion as I pick her up and carry her to the elevator, ignoring the startled look from the chapel staff.

Chapter 7.

As soon as I get the door to the suite open, I step through and kick it closed behind us, causing Chloe to laugh.

"How much do you love this dress?" I ask her, tossing her onto the bed. Then I quickly strip off my jacket and shirt before crawling on top of her.

"It was expensive," she moans as my hand travels up her inner thigh then up the center of her p.u.s.s.y, feeling that the material of her panties is already soaked through.

"I could buy a million of these dresses. I just want to know how much you love it before I rip it off you."

Her eyes close and her lips part as my fingers slide into the side of her panties. "I love it," she breathes, making me smile.

"You love the dress or me touching your p.u.s.s.y, Angel?" I ask, and her hips shift.

It takes a moment for her to come back to herself, but when she does, her head lifts and our eyes lock.

"Both," she moans, pressing her hips down, causing my fingers to slide into her.

"You better take it off then," I growl, slowly my fingers move in and out of her, my thumb circling her c.l.i.t.

"Stop," she cries, and I shake my head, lift the front of her dress up, lower my face, and suck her p.u.s.s.y through the material of her panties.

"Take it off, Angel," I snarl, biting the lips of her p.u.s.s.y.

"I can"t when you"re doing that!" she screams.

I slow down and lift up slightly as her shaky hands begin to shift her dress up and then pause.

"The back is b.u.t.toned," she hisses.

"Interesting," I mutter, flipping her to her stomach then climbing back between her legs.

Her hands go to the bed, putting her on all fours in front of me as I slowly begin unb.u.t.toning her dress from the back of her neck down to her hips. As I carefully slide the fabric down her shoulders, I expose a lace bra the exact color of her flawless skin.

I run a finger from the back of her neck down to her lower back then back up again to trace the edge of the material before pulling her up with a hand under her waist so that she is kneeling in front of me. Her head leans back against my shoulder as her hands cover mine. It slides her dress off her body then back up to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, twisting her nipples through the lacy material.

"This is pretty," I whisper against her neck, looking down over her shoulder at her bra before pulling the straps down, exposing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and watching as her already hard nipples become harder when they hit the cold air of the room.

"Thank you." She smiles, lifting her hands up and behind her head to wrap around my neck.

"You"re welcome." I smirk, gliding my hand down her stomach, into her panties, and through the lips of her p.u.s.s.y before slipping them inside her and using my fingers to pull her hips back. I press my hips towards her a.s.s, my c.o.c.k settling between her cheeks through the material of her panties and my dress slacks. "You"re soaked, Angel," I tell her as I f.u.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y hard with my fingers. "Do you want to come?" I question, biting her shoulder, neck, and then her ear.

"Yes," she says shakily.

"Give me your hand," I demand, and she slowly lowers one hand down. I grab her wrist, intertwining our fingers before slipping our hands between her legs.

"Nolan," she whispers, sounding unsure.

"Shhhh, Angel. Just feel," I tell her, nipping her jaw.

Her head turns towards me, and I shove my tongue into her mouth while pushing her fingers inside her p.u.s.s.y. Her thighs begin to shake as I use my fingers and hand to control the pace. Then I pull my mouth from hers. Her eyes are at half-mast, her lips swollen and pink.

"Do you feel that, how wet you are?" I ask, pulling her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth. "Open," I tell her, and her lips part as I press her fingers into her mouth. "You taste that? You taste more amazing than anything I have ever eaten in my life and sweeter than the sweetest honey," I say, pulling her hand away and covering her mouth with mine as I pump our fingers into her again, her cries filling my mouth as her p.u.s.s.y convulses.

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