The Billionaire's Vegas Bride: A BWWM Alpha Male Romance Read Free

saw some particularly beautiful dancers who took his mind entirely off food, and all the while, the drinks kept pouring. The lights were bright and the dancers looked like goddesses. Justin was able to drop the weight he had been feeling about his father’s expectations. He felt light and relieved to be surrounded by his friends in a place that catered to nothing but pleasure.
    However, the choice to skip another meal was not the best decision he'd made. The last thing Justin remembered of their night on the town was a spectacular show.
     
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    Justin awoke with a blistering headache. He was relieved to find that the drapes had been pulled in the night so that the sun couldn’t reach his aching eyes. He lay in bed trying to ease himself into the day and remembered how he got there the night before. He was relieved to find that he was in his own spacious room. He assumed his friends must have put him to bed.
    As he lay there, his headache gradually subsided to a dull throb and he began to think more clearly. He realized that he was completely naked under the covers and was being embraced by a beautiful young black woman, whose arm was casually draped across his chest.
    Out of shock, he jumped to a sitting position, surprising his unknown guest and setting off a piercing pain directly behind his left eye. They both stared at each other for a moment in complete bafflement. Justin was staring into the rich, brown eyes of a lovely woman with smooth, dark caramel skin and curled black hair spilling over her shoulders.
    In spite of his alarm, his eyes swept to the skin partially concealed under the covers and he couldn’t help the arousal that stirred at the sight of the generous curves of her breasts, hips, and thighs. He had the advantage of a few more seconds of awareness and he saw a series of emotions in her eyes. When their eyes first met, there was an immediate, primal connection, but then her eyes widened into fright and alarm.
    “Who in the world are… what am I… Oh my God…” Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the lush fabric of the covers, the high thread count of the sheets, the ornately embellished light fixtures, and the grandness of the entire scene.
    Although the bed was enormous, it was obvious that they had spent the night sleeping naked together in the middle of the bed, cuddled together as if one being. Her eyes went back to what must be her lover, and then she saw the gleam of metal on his left hand. She looked more closely to make sure which finger it was on and, sure enough, it was a wedding ring. Not only had she woken up in the arms of a stranger, but this was obviously a married man. Not just a married man, but a married white man!
    Panic washed over her as her mind darted to many fearful places. Would this man’s family find out about this? Why had she done such an awful thing? She never even entertained the idea of taking another woman’s man. She had always felt that she deserved better and she didn’t want to betray other women. Perhaps she had been a little judgmental and she felt sudden shame for having looked down on her friends who had helplessly fallen for married men. Maybe she shouldn’t have seen herself as something special and should have been more understanding of them.
    Chantelle had always been a popular girl because, in spite of her firm convictions for herself, she had always been a supportive and fun friend. She tried to put herself in her friend’s shoes in every situation and to help out if they did get themselves in any kind of trouble. The one area where she had trouble relating to her friends was this very thing.
    She had strong feelings about men who cheated and she had never wanted to be ‘the other woman’. Her mother’s experience had left deep scars, and Chantelle was dead set against any kind of affair. Yet here she was, suddenly looking into the blue eyes of a man with a platinum wedding ring on his finger, as she lay naked with him in his bed. She