Forbidden Love - VegasTay

Chapter 24

I don't think I have ever been inside the Minor family mansion. But I have seen it many times before. In fact, I often make sure to drive past it whenever I am out of the house for the slightest chance to see Vegas standing outside. But there were very few occasions when I did see him but he was always preoccupied with work and I don't think he ever bothered to take notice of me until the night of the auction.

Still trying to catch my breathing, I lay against headboard with the duvet loosely covering my bare legs. The room had become significantly warmer and smelled of sweat and semen. Between the blazing sun and lack of airflow, anyone could tell some had masturbated or got fucked in this room.

I kept checking the digital clock on my night stand. But the numbers seemed to take a lifetime to change. I was still the early parts of the afternoon and from my observations of his professional life, Vegas was far from done working.

"For dinner and possible sex," I whispered to myself, blushing uncontrollably at the thought of what would happen tonight. I didn't know what was exciting me more. Was it the sex? Or the romantic dinner I had envisioned with Vegas?

It was a nice feeling. These days have been more pleasant than usual. Despite Time breaking up with me, being around Vegas has made me forget all about it. I rarely felt sad or hurt and he didn't even cross my mind at all. As the smile on my face grows wider, all the negative thoughts fade away as I focus on Vegas...his voice, his smile, his gentle actions towards me...he was the most perfect man for me.

After neatening my room and opening up the sliding doors and windows to get rid of all the evidence of sex, I made my way to my living room with a snack which I considered my brunch. My energy levels were fluctuating between extremely high and a peaceful low as I watched some dramas and relaxed.

Only an hour had passed but I found myself losing interest in the show. Groaning, I reluctantly got up off the couch and returned to my bedroom, opening up the closet revealing all my clothes. I have often been someone who knew exactly what to wear and when to wear it. My clothes often reflected my mood on good days, and masked my negative feelings on the not so good ones. But today was different. No matter how much I scanned my eyes across the hangers, I couldn't come up with a semi-decent outfit to wear.

In a state of frustration, I bunched together the majority of my clothes to remove them from the rack to spread them across the foot of my bed to give myself a better idea of the items I possessed. I moved items around and tried to match the colours, but still nothing worked out. I wasn't satisfied. But that's when it hit me? What exactly was my intention with these clothes? What type of look was I even going for?

I was both trying to appear attractive to Vegas while also achieving the domestic, boyfriend look. Often, we saw each other in very different situations - the auction where I was formally dressed and the bar which was significantly more casual. Even my dates with Time were very formal and going to visit Kinn wasn't any better. This had to be my first time dressing up like a normal guy who goes on classic dates...And boy, it was a nice feeling.

After filtering out all the glamour and glitter, I settled on a simple white shirt and black pants. I didn't think I could get better than that else I'd be wearing nightwear for dinner! I held the items up to my body as I looked in the mirror, once again with a smile across my face from the excitement of seeing Vegas.

But despite me thinking I spent eons choosing an outfit, there was still so much time left before Vegas would potentially arrive. I assumed he'd be here quite late into the evening. From what Kinn has said, Mafia business only truly begins when the sun goes down. Slightly eager and frustrated, I decided to go and shower and wash away all the sweat that had now dried up. I smelled like I had just returned from the gym and honestly, this scent along with the saltiness of the semen weren't very appealing. It was beyond me how I handled myself this much knowing I dislike strong aromas.