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synopsis Me: Ask me what happens in Vegas… Samantha: What happens in Vegas? Me: Let me tell you. What happens is that you get “make out with strangers and pee in a parking lot” drunk. TIE THE KNOT WITH A GUY YOU JUST MET. Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel. But that’s not even the worst part. Because after an epic walk of shame, you find out he’s some insanely famous bad-boy quarterback who’s in the midst of cleaning up his act. So now, you have to pretend to like him…sober…until you can skip town
“So, hubby, where do we live?” “In hell, wifey. In. Fucking. Hell.”
I’m the definition of I hate his face, but I’d still sit on it.
God, give me strength, or just let me break my legs so I’m not running straight for his dick.
“Wild Card, no more flirting with the bench. I’m the starting fucking lineup.”
“And for the record, an apology comes without a question mark…but I’m not looking for one. I like that you speak your mind without apology. I like it so much that it makes my dick hard as fuck.”
“I want you upstairs, on the island, legs spread with my tongue fucking that tight pussy. I want you to come until you’re squirting and sliding all over the goddamn marble like the dirty little slut you are. And when you’re done, I want you sitting on my face so we can do it all over again.”
Get me to scream your name now, beyutchhh.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Wild Card.”
“Isn’t that why you call her Wild Card, though? Cuz she ain’t the thing you saw comin’?”
“YMCA”
“He’s everything I never wanted.”
