Perfect Bastard (by Mary D. Sant) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148: What Happens in

Vegas… Doesn’t Stay in Vegas?

Chapter 148: What Happens in Vegas… Doesn’t Stay in Vegas?

ELLIE

I spotted Zara’s thick red hair the moment I stepped into the

restaurant bar in Hudson Yards. She, Zoe, and Anna were seated at a

table near the windows, offering a stunning view of the city.

Despite being tired after a full day in the lab and not exactly

interested in the topic they wanted to discuss, I couldn’t say no to

them.

Especially since Ethan had already celebrated with his friends the

previous weekend. None other than their husbands.

And it wasn’t simple at all, despite what he and I had agreed on. They simply went to Las Vegas. According to Ethan, at the insistence of the

others. Things got out of hand–that’s what he said.

And I believed him, because before that, when I mentioned to the

girls that we weren’t exactly interested in having bachelor or

bachelorette parties, they practically freaked out.

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So, here I was, resigned, heading toward an inevitable fate.

Approaching the table, I greeted Zara and Zoe first, leaning in to kiss

Anna last.

“How’s little William?” I asked.

“Hopefully well, but tonight, that’s solely his father’s concern…” She

smiled, picking up her wine glass from the table. “And tomorrow too.”

She winked.

“You’re missed at the lab,” I said, taking the seat to her left. “I know

you have more responsibilities now, but I hope the leave doesn’t last

forever.”

“Will and I are still figuring out how to handle it, but I hope to return

soon.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see that it’s possible to be a good mother and

still maintain your career,” Zara said, seated to my right.

“That’s because your husband is an angel,” Zoe commented.

“Will is also an angel.” I frowned, not understanding her point.

“Yeah. They’re not married to–or about to marry–a workaholic

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Morgan.” She said, raising her wine glass slightly in my direction,

ironically.

If she was trying to insinuate that Ethan wouldn’t be a good father, I

completely disagreed. That no longer worried me, after seeing how

everything we went through affected him.

I was still trying to convince him to forgive himself.

“Do you think Ben wouldn’t be a good father?” Zara asked.

“No, it’s just that, at the moment, he’s not willing to give up work,”

she explained.

“I thought you didn’t want babies,” I said.

“No. At least not for the next five years…” She sighed. “But enough

about babies, let’s talk about what really matters.” A smile appeared

on her face.

“Okay, before anything else, no crazy or extravagant ideas… Ethan

and I agreed – no strippers,” I emphasized.

“By extravagant idea, you mean like a trip to Las Vegas?” Anna said,

arching a sarcastic eyebrow.

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“I already said it wasn’t my fault. You should have forbidden it.”

“Your fiancé went to Las Vegas, but your idea is what? Tea with

pastries? Painting our nails and braiding each other’s hair?” Zara

teased.

“I don’t know, okay. I said I wasn’t really in the mood…”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Zoe interrupted. “I didn’t want to, but

unfortunately, it seems I’ll have to resort to this,” she continued,

leaning over to search for something in her purse.

Pulling out her phone, she started fiddling with it, looking for

something. Meanwhile, Zara and Anna were watching me with

expectant eyes.

“Here.” She placed the phone on the table in front of me.

Blinking in confusion, I looked at the three of them one last time

before picking it up.

“Looks like what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas,” she teased as I stared at the photo, clenching my teeth and feeling the heat rush to my face.

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ETHAN

Sitting on the couch in her living room, I was nearly dozing off while

watching some random football game on TV when I suddenly felt her

soft hands cover my eyes.

Her sweet and sexy perfume enveloped me.

“Ready?” she whispered against my ear, mischievously. Her tone

alone was enough to make my cock stir.

“For you, always,” I replied.

“Okay, don’t open until I say so,” she instructed, making me even

more tempted to open my eyes as soon as her hands disappeared.

I heard the sound of her heels echoing on the floor as she seemed to

circle the couch until she stopped in front of me.

“Ready. You can open now,” she finally said.

Fuck…

Standing before me, she was wearing what looked like sexy bridal

lingerie or costume. Complete with a small veil on her head and

thigh–high stockings attached to garters.

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The tiny white dress had sheer lace around the waist, a short ruffled

skirt, and a neckline so tight it made her breasts practically spill out.

“So?” she said, with a smile drawing my attention to her red–painted

lips, making me notice the heavy makeup that contrasted with the

white.

Fuck. I didn’t know exactly what to say. I think the speed with which

the sight made me hard spoke for itself.

“Wait…” I said, realizing. “I thought you were going out with the

girls. Does this mean you changed your mind?”

I got excited about the idea of finally having convinced her to stay

with me.

“I want to know what you think,” she insisted, spinning around,

showing that the back of the skirt barely covered her ass.

“Come here and see for yourself,” I teased, devouring her with my

eyes.

With a mischievous smile, she approached, straddling my lap, almost

making me lose control.

I wanted to free her breasts, which seemed to be suffering from the

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way they were practically escaping the strapless neckline.

“Did you buy this for me?” I asked, moving my hands to her ass.

“Did you like it?” she whispered provocatively, starting to rub against

me and leaning in to kiss my neck, making me shiver and getting me

even harder.

“Fuck… Like it? I’m dying to fuck you in this,” I growled.

“Great… because you’ll only get to see me wearing it again in two

weeks,” she whispered, stopping her movements.

“No… That would be cruel,” I murmured, letting out a frustrated