What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas. Got it?

What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas. Got it? [6]

What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas. Got it? [6]

Slut Serial Number 1 (Riley) and Slut Serial Number 2 (Samantha) on the side. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

".. till death do you part?"

"I do."

I screamed and bolted upright. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what was happening. The room was black, except the bright Vegas lights coming from the window.

It was hot. Too dark to be this hot. Either that or too hot to be this dark.

I was sitting on a bed, next to a sleeping Max. He was on his stomach, back bare, the covers coming up to his lower back. The other half of the comforter was tangled around my legs. I pushed it away and sprang off of the bed, rushing to the bathroom to wash up.

I locked the door and stripped, turning the water on cold. Climbing in, I let out a sigh.

Yesterday...

We were watching a movie. Then Max's phone rang and it was his parents; something about cancer? Oh yeah his dad. Max needed to find a bride.. We fell asleep. Bride.. Bride.

I poured some shampoo on my hand and scrubbed my hair and body and rinsed. Sticking my hand out, I grabbed a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around my body.

Shit. SHIT. No clothes.

Dammit, I thought as I slipped on the semi-damp bikini and black shirt.

I threw the towel on the hanger and stepped outside, the hot air hitting me again. I climbed onto the bed again and noticed it was only 4:00 am. Damn.

I laid down, my head resting on the headboard.

As I was slipping back into unconsciousness, a hand grabbed mine. I looked to the side. Max's eyes were closed and he was murmuring some nonsense in his sleep.

"Max?" I whispered as he tugged me down, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my hair.

This felt strangely good, in a really weird way.

"Max."

"Mercedes. Damn, girl. Go to sleep."

"Dude, get off me."

"No," he yawned.

"Yes."

"Kitty?"

"What?"

"Shut up."

"No."

He didn't reply.

I gave up, after a few minuets, trying to struggle out of his hold, because he only tightened every time, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, it was cooler, probably because the AC was on. I was no longer wrapped up in Max's arms, and my shirt - well really HIS shirt - was riding up my stomach. I sat up and stretched, letting out a long, loud yawn.

"She's alive!" Max murmurs from the couch, flipping through channels, his arm lazily draped on the back.

"Whatever, I'm still tiered... Why was it so hot last night?"

Max laughed. "Maybe because our lazy asses left the window open and forgot to turn on the AC?"

"Right."

"So what are we gonna do today, Kitty?"

I thought for a while. "Well Max. I'm going to go change, then we'll go out for breakfast. Tonight, we're going to the Gala down at the pavilion here at the hotel. I saw a flier downstairs, all guests are invited. We're going to look for a bride." I said, smirking, the stabbing feeling coming back into my stomach. I stood up and plopped on the couch next to him. He turned off the television and looked at me, confused.