Buying Love

I shrug and answer her, truthfully, “Maybe. It depends if you’re going to give me shit on everything.”

“I haven’t yet,” she reminds me. In all honesty, she hasn’t given me a lick of trouble, making me wonder why she’s so eager to get married or even listen to my proposition. None of that matters because I’m determined to make her mine.

“Well. I’m a man on a mission,” I respond.

As I’m about to ask her a question, a man in a nice suit with a hotel name tag approached “Hey, Jenna, where are you going? Your shift isn’t over.”

“Yes, it is. She no longer works for you,” I tell the guy. Let him say anything, and I’ll choke his ass out.

“Go get your bag,” I tell her. I’m not interested in waiting around. The man in a suit comes back up to her and hands her a check.

I can see he’s telling her something that put an instant frown on her face, which makes me furious. When she looks my way, she washes that sad expression away.

“I hope you’re for real. I needed this job,” she exclaims.

“Well, you don’t need it anymore. No matter what your decision will be.” From now on, she’s mine to take care of, and I’d gladly give her whatever she wants or needs.

“Good because I’ve just been fired.”

“He can go fuck himself.” I grasp her chin gently and ask, “Is that all he said?”

She nods, stealing a glance back, and then adds, “We should go.” I’m choosing to ignore that because I don’t want her running on me.

We get back into the dining area, and we run right into Jack. “Shit.”

“Jake, where you going?” His eyes move to Jenna’s and then down to our hands connected. His brow cocks as he waits for me to explain.

Wanting to get the fuck out of there before he tries to steal my woman, I reply, “To get married, bro. Talk to you later.”

A wide smirk crosses his face. He winks at her then says, “Wait, I’m coming for this. And you must be the lovely bride. I’m Jack.”

“Hi, I’m Jenna.” She nervously plays with the strap on her shoulder book bag.

Jack extends his hand, but I swipe it away as he turns up the charm. “Sexy name.”

“Back the fuck up, Jack. In fact, excuse us. Jenna and I have things to discuss that don’t include you. We’ll let you know where to meet us for the ceremony.” I slide my hand around her waist, amazed at how slender it is, pulling her to my side.

As I start to walk away with my bride, Jack chuckles, “Wow, that’s how it is, bro? Cool. I’m telling mom.”

“Oh no,” Jenna says with a gasp.

“Ignore him.” I flip off my brother and add, “Don’t be a dick. I have a lot to do, but I promise to include your dumbass.”

“Fine, but if your ass doesn’t call me in an hour, Mom will be getting a late-night call.”

“We have a deal. Now, excuse us.” I leave my brother standing there as Jenna and I walk into the lobby.

A man in a well-tailored suit holding a manila folder sees me and approaches. “Mr. Harrison?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Henry Morrison.” We shake hands.

“Paps said you would have everything ready for me.” I comb through the folder to see the key documents I need. “This is everything?”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison. It’s all been taken care of. The limo driver knows where to take you,” he informs me. His reservations are written all over his face as he adds, “I have to advise you, sir.”

“I know. I know. I promise everything is fine.”

He nods. “Very well, then. If you need anything else while you’re in Vegas give me a call.”

We shake hands as I mutter a rushed, “Thank you.” I’m too busy to wait any longer. I grab Jenna’s hand and lead her out of the hotel. The limo driver has a sign with my name. “Hello, I’m Jacob Harrison. I need you to drive around the strip for a while until we’re done talking.”

He nods and smirks, thinking we’re going to fuck in the back. He holds the door open for us.

“Please step in,” I tell her. She looks hesitant but gets in the limo. Her round ass is in my face. It’s only the tight black material separating us.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says to herself as she yanks her skirt down. My dick throbs in my pants as I watch her cover the thighs that I want wrapped around me.

“Neither am I, but here we are,” I grunt out. The driver closes the door, and we’re in here all alone. I can feel the heat between us. She’s got to feel it too.

She looks up at me, knitting her brows, seeming completely confused. “You don’t even know me. Why do you think we should be married?”