Forbidden Love - VegasTay

Chapter 23

Seeing his name appear on my phone screen caused my blood to rush to my face. I was excited, but nervous. I wanted to pick up, but I also didn't want to. What if he was going to say that he never wanted to see me again? Or what if he wanted to meet up? So many possibilities filled my mind as I tried my best to figure out the reason why Vegas was calling.

But he said he would. As my memories of last night crossed my mind, I recalled his promise to reach out to me. And clearly it was more than just some false promise. Vegas really lived up to his word. But still there were so many thoughts that flooded my mind as I tried to figure out how this conversation would go down, but the reality of the matter was I would never really know unless I actually picked up and spoke to him.

"What's took you so long?" Vegas immediately spoke with a slight as I brought my phone to my ear.

"Uh," I stuttered. "I lost my phone in my bedding," I lied.

"Ah, still asleep?" Vegas asked in a relaxed tone. "Did I wake you?"

"I was already awake. I was just lazing around in bed because I was not in the mood to get up just yet."

"Ah, I see," Vegas commented. "Did you sleep well?"

"I guess so. How about you?"

"I couldn't exactly fall asleep. My adrenaline rush from last night didn't subside very easily. So, I have just been working since I got home?"

"Mmm," I spoke as I leaned back onto my pillows, closing my eyes slightly as I heard Vegas speak.

"You still there, Tay?" he asked after some time when I didn't say much further after my interjection.

"Yeah, Mr. Vegas, I am..."

"I like when you call me that," he commented causing me to abruptly open my eyes.

"I'm sorry?" I question trying to make sure I heard correctly.

"I like when you call me Mr. Vegas," he repeated. I could hear him smirk across the phone as his tone became more...seductive? "I remember when you called me that when you gave me a blowjob that night at the hotel..." he added.

"You know having your pretty lips around me and calling out my name was quite a remarkable sight," Vegas continued.

As I heard him speak, I found myself clutching onto my phone even tighter. After we had sex, I somehow always thought we'd both pretend like it never happened. But then we did it again in the club passageway and he demanded that I never sleep with any other man beside him.

Vegas' words were...confusing. Especially considering the strong romantic feelings I had towards him. It always sounded like there was some sort of hope. That Vegas was possessive over me and that he wanted to be with me. It was his compliments and care that reinforced this. It really seemed like he had the slightest bit of romantic feelings for me.

But I knew what he was trying to do. Or well at least, even if he wasn't trying anything, I somehow knew where this conversation would end. Was that his intention for calling? Sexual stimulation? And I didn't even mind, Vegas thinking of me first when he was horny? I definitely enjoyed having that role in his life.

"Mmmm, Mr. Vegas, and what else did you enjoy about that night?" I asked playing along. Vegas chuckled. "Honestly, everything," he spoke causing me to blush a little more. Gosh, this man and his compliments!

"I enjoyed our scene at the pool with you on my lap and your arms around my neck. I like being the one to pleasure you and being close to you, Tay."

"And I couldn't get enough of your hands, Mr. Vegas," I responded. "Just thinking about you makes me needy," I confessed.