Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 38

Vegas.

Lights, cameras, beauty.

The city isn't much more then a single strip, a strip full of money makers, money losers, and restaurants.

But that city was beautiful, so many lights and such bright and shining signs. It held possibility. Possibility to lose thousands, or maybe gain double. Possibility to meet someone spectacular, or to go homeless in the city streets.

For me, Vegas meant my dream was coming true. Not my life long dream of starting a career or being powerful, but a recent dream- marrying my love.

"Where are we staying?" I whisper to Logan, unable to take my eyes off of the city.

"Over there" Logan whispers back, himself taken back by the power that the strip holds. You always hear stories about Vegas, but actually being there, being in the heart of all the madness is absolutely mind blowing.

I follow Logan's pointed finger to an extremely tall building with a flashy sign. I squeal, turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you, princess" He whisper into my ear, kissing the side of my neck just once.

"I love you too" I mumble, unable to hide my excitement.

To some people, Vegas weddings are completely gross. They are usually in some old backroom of a club, maybe a somewhat legal priest willing to read a few lines for 10 bucks. But the idea of doing something crazy is what made Vegas so appealing to me. When Logan asked me, he must have known that. He knows that I am by no means crazy, and that this, this is crazy. And he knows that I like to be crazy with him, because I have a sinking and right feeling that this is right. That being crazy with him is okay, because its him.

Logan grabs my hand, and we cross the road to the hotel.

.......

God, this place is beautful.

We didn't pick the nicest sweet in Vegas, but this is much farther from the worst than I initally thought. The walls were painted a light golen color, and the sheets were a soft blue. I run my hands alond the soft material of the small love seat, amazed that we are actually here.

"The plane ride wasn't so bad, huh?" Logan asks, helping me shrug my jacket off of my shoulders. He throws them over the back of the couch in a typical unorganized manner.

I shake my head, "Quite eventful if I remember correctly."

"Are you talking about the making out or the plan to end this marriage law?" He asks with seriousness, although the way his mouth slowly dips up in the right corner is a sure sign that he is joking.I lightly punch him on the shoulder on my way by to check out the rest of the hotel.

"Hey! You love it when I'm dirty." He responds, following close behind me into the bedroom.

I open my mouth in a gasp.The room is beautiful. A small little balcony is outside the window, equipped with a single old chair. The bedroom has a king sized bed in the center, adorned with a surprisingly beautiful white sheets. The feel is much more sophisticated then the overdone and vegas-like interior that I had initally expected.

I go to turn around to speak to Logan, but he is already behind me, moving my hair out of the way of my back,and pushing it over my shoulder with his hands. He leans his head down, slowly, and finally kisses the back of my neck with his lips.

I sigh in an utter feeling of being content, and tilt my head to the side to give him more room to do as he pleases. I feel his hand lightly tug on the zipper on my back, and i don't complain.

"Were gonna get married tonight." Logan whispers, causing my knees to fall weak.

"It's crazy. A good crazy, but crazy." I breathe, loving the way he's already stolen my breathe with just a few whispering kisses.

"Want to go to dinner?" He mumbles, and I love the care-free way top is suddenly unzipped in the back, and the way he's casually draping it off over the front of my shoulders.

I nod, turning around as my shirt falls to the ground so I can look at him. It's addictive, wanting to look at him.

"I'd like dinner." I whisper, finally kissing him square on the mouth.

He smiles into the kiss, winding his fingers against the skin of my cheeks and into the edges of my hair. He cups my cheeks, squeezing lightly and pulling me closer.

He takes my breathe away, literally.

"And what about dessert?" I mumble, wrapping my arms lazily around his neck with a sly grin. I'm always up for a little Logan after a nice meal.

He nods, "Oh, dessert is going to be great. Sex with a wedding ring on top." He smirks, pulling me just in for a hug.

I laugh, and wrap my arms around him tighter.

"Now, get dressed. We can go soon. It's almost 6." He tells me, kissing my forehead before walking over to his suitcase and pulling out a white button up.

I'm a lucky girl.

Shamelessly staring, I watch him. He pulls his t-shirt up and over his head, and puts his arms through the holes of the sleeves, leaving his shirt unbuttoned for a moment.

"Staring, yeah?" He laughs at me, jokingly.

I nod, owning it.

"I don't mind." He mumbles, looking at me with his teeth on full display while he buttons up his shirt. "But get dressed. You take forever!" He complains.

"You're the one who undressed me." I remark.

"Hey, you were gonna get changed anyway." He smirks, kissing me quickly before going back to his luggage.

.....

Dinner was elegant, sophisticated. Both of us were completely out of out element. You could tell that the waitress was initially extremely fond of Logan, but he shut that down completely.

I told him that this always happens in books, that the hot guy is always being hit on by the waitresses.

He laughed at this, drawing even more attention to us.

"They hate us." He whispers, his cheeks high in a smile. And I smile too, laughing loudly.

This elegant restaurant with its fine china, has a couple of laughing idiots in it.

"You ready to go get married, for real?" He asks me suddenly, pulling me out of my laughter and into something much more intimate.

I nod, standing up.

Suddenly, I can't seem to wait another minute. I need him to marry me.

And it's foolish. And I know that. But Logan makes me reckless, he makes me feel. And I love that.

He drops a handful of cash on the table and kisses my cheek before we walk outside.

We see a sign for a chapel. Lit up with a sparkling open sigh, blinking with every passing second.

We walk towards it, and to my surprise I feel Logans hang quivering in my own.

"Nervous?" I ask him, smiling as we step into the chapel, my heart racing.

He leans down then, kissing me square on lips, passionate and loving.

He shakes his head, "I'm good now. Let's do this Princess."