Chapter 24
24
Saturday
Las Vegas, Nevada
My eyes blink open.
A few low lamps are still on and the neon lights of Vegas paint the dark purple walls with flashes of color.
I need to pee.
A digital clock on my bedside table reads 3:21.
Colton doesn’t stir as I climb carefully out of bed so I don’t wake him.
Damn it. I’ve fully lost my mind. We still haven’t dealt with the fact that we got married . Instead, we ended up once again fucking like rabbits and falling asleep in a blissed-out love nest, entwined, kissing, sweaty and fully sated.
My body aches in places I didn’t even know I had muscles. My lips feel puffy from his kisses. My nipples are tender and sensitive from his greedy hunger. My cheeks and my thighs are sore from his rough beard. And the soreness on my thighs stings a little from the trickles of moisture.
Once again Colton Maddox has filled me up with his hot seed , as he loves to describe it. Once again I’m bruised and used and overflowing with it.
It reminds me.
Holy shit. I forgot to take my pill.
Today.
And yesterday. I remember taking it the day before that.
Shit shit shit!
So much has been going on and everything’s been crazy and I’ve only been taking them for less than two weeks and I completely forgot about it.
I’ll take one now. Does it matter if you skip a day? Or possibly two?
My god, Lila, you fool. What the hell’s wrong with you? Have you completely lost your mind? Are you so overcome with one hunky, well-hung, sweet-and-dirty-talking devil that you not only freaking drunkenly marry him but now ?—
No. My period’s due any day and I’m sure it’s too late in my cycle for one missed pill— two —to make a difference.
I’ll google it. I’m sure it’s fine.
Please be fine.
As I make my way to the bathroom, a glow in the low light catches my attention. Colton’s phone has lit up. On the table. As I’m walking past it .
I shouldn’t snoop, of course. But I can’t tear my eyes away.
A text has just come through.
I miss you so much. I can’t stop thinking about our night together, you beast. Please call me back
From someone named Kara.
My stomach swoops horribly.
It’s not the only text.
I scroll further.
Where are you? I’ve tried calling you like 20 times but your phone must be turned off. Pleeeese call me. I love you so much
From Bianca.
I love you?
And a bunch of texts from someone named Jemma.
Colton Maddox, CALL ME
You can’t leave me like this!
It was tooooo good, baby
Please don’t make me beg. You better call me back xx
There are more.
Many more.
Dozens of missed calls. A few from his brothers, but most of them are from women.
Celeste.
Olivia.
Five more from Bianca.
Another text comes through from Jemma but it’s blurry now.
I can’t say Sloane didn’t warn me.
DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT GIRL!!!!! THAT WOULD BE A HUGE MISTAKE!!!!!! HE IS THE KING OF HEARTACHE!!!!!! He’ll rip your heart out and eat it for breakfast!!!!!!
What have I done?