His Perfect Martini: An accidental marriage romance (The Cocktail Girls)

by Angel Devlin

  Because my fans wanted it…

  And I’d have been lying if I hadn’t have admitted that I wanted it too.

  So I picked up my phone and sent her a text. We needed to meet.

  Monday 2 April 2018

  The next morning I woke to loud banging on my door. Fuck, what was on fire?

  I staggered over to the interconnecting door, opened it, and watched as Jonno almost fell through it.

  “You fucking top lad. Do you know who you married?”

  He flung his phone in my face.

  And there she was, in a family photo.

  I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”

  “Read the article, you dipshit. I didn’t give it you so you could get a stiffy over the photo.”

  I read on and discovered my new wife was heiress to billions of pounds… but estranged from her parents.

  “Yeah. I don’t give a shit about any of that.” I told him.

  “Are you for real? She makes friends with daddy and you stay with her and you’re set for life, man. Set. For. Life. And of course you wouldn’t forget your friends would you, so we’d all be quids in?”

  “Like you need any more money. You’re bloody loaded.” Jonno was a property developer.

  “Never say no to more.”

  “I wonder why she’s estranged from them?” I scratched my chin.

  “Well, they’re saying she came to Vegas with another bloke who ripped her off. Only wanted her for her money. They disowned her, so she stayed.”

  I find my shoulders and jaw setting tight at the thought of a previous boyfriend.

  “They sound like jerks. She’s better off without them. So, anyway.” I said. “I’m meeting her today at the bar. What are you three going to get up to?”

  “We’re doing the helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon.”

  “Seriously?” My jaw dropped.

  “Are we fuck? We’re getting wasted and hitting more casinos. Do you know us at all?” He slapped my back. “Good luck with the missus and remember billions. Not millions. Billions.” He mimed sharing out money from his hand.

  I rolled my eyes. “Get out of here and try not to go bankrupt while I’m gone.”

  “Try not to break your dick off with all the shagging.”

  “We’re going to talk.”

  This time it was Jonno’s turn to eye-roll.

  I walked in to the Millennium hotel and caught the lift up to the first floor where the Little Black Dress bar was situated. The place was classy, and I felt seriously under-dressed in my jeans and tee but as I looked around, I saw other customers dressed the same, though most seemed to be men in business suits and women in party dresses. The walls were a rich, dark wood colour; the carpets red, and all the door furniture was gold. That gold extended out into the rest of the decor. The name of the bar became clear when I approached the counter and every waitress who stood behind was wearing exactly that. Short little black dresses. Some were daring, some were lacy, all were sexy.

  A throat cleared behind me and I spun around.

  Mila.

  The other wait staff faded from my mind like I had instant and severe memory loss.

  She stood there in her little black dress. It was like a second skin on her body, and there were cutouts at each side of her waist. The neckline dipped into a V, just showing the top of those fantastic tits of hers, but oh so very sexy for the fact they didn’t show any more than that hint.

  My cock strained against my jeans at the sight of her. Her long dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, her green eyes fixed on mine.

  “Hey, hubby.” She said, and she grinned.

  “Wife.”

  “So where shall we go? We need somewhere quiet right to talk? So we certainly need to be away from the LBD.”

  “I think we should see if this hotel has any rooms free.” I ran my gaze up from her feet to her head, lingering over those perky breasts.

  She repeated my exact eye movements, but her eyes lingered on my cock.

  “Sounds like a plan.” She replied, turning on her heel.

  I had to watch her walk out into the lobby, following as that amazing ass sashayed from side to side. How I managed to not come in my pants I do not know.

  I do know that we weren’t a second through that hotel room door before I was buried inside her as she rode my cock like she was winning at the rodeo. It looked like conversation was going to have to wait.

  Mila

  April 2nd, 2018 - Monday

  Oops. We were in bed again. Oh, who was I kidding? I didn’t care. A hot man who knew how to give a good time was in my bed. Excuse me if I didn’t run off down to the courthouse to get rid of him.

  Louis was lying on the left side of the bed facing me. I moved, so I was facing him. We both had the duvet tucked under our chins.

  “You need to let me pay for my half of this room.”

  He shook his head. “No need. My sponsors are covering my expenses.”

  “Yeah, you need to tell me all about this YouTube thing. So I married you because I was drunk and you married me for a stunt?”

  He shuffled up the bed and placed his head back against the headboard.

  I lifted myself up and stretched, making sure I was still under the covers.

  “Do you fancy a coffee? Then we can talk.”

  “Sure.” I watched as Louis got out of bed and took in the view of his fine peachy ass as he headed for the bathroom. He came back out after a few minutes wearing a robe and passed one to me. I slipped it on as he made us both a drink.

  “I really should know how my wife takes her coffee.”

  “Strong. Plenty of milk, no sugar. How about you?”

  “Rarely drink it, but medium strength, medium milk, no sugar.”

  “See, now we know.”

  He passed me my drink and crawled back into bed.

  “So, how much do you know? Did you Google me? Watch the channel?”

  “I watched some of the channel.” I bit my lip and looked down at the duvet, finding a pulled thread fascinating.

  “It’s okay. It doesn’t show my best side does it?”

  I caught his gaze. “Well, I was kind of surprised. I mean, I know I don’t remember a lot of the evening, but you weren’t acting stupid or doing dumb tricks. Well, not until our wedding ceremony anyway.”

  “Yeah, well, about that.” He scratched at his chin. “I’m trying to move away from the pranks; thing is the sponsors love them. They make money and I make money. I want to keep my channel because I have a huge amount of views.”

  “And your million subscribers. Congratulations by the way.”

  He beamed. “Thanks. I can’t believe over a million people are interested in what I do. But I’m twenty-five now and something’s got to change.”

  My brow creased. “So, what did you think? I need to grow up so I’ll get married?”

  He sighed. “I thought I needed a more grown up prank, but really… I don’t know. I think I had an idea and all of us guys got carried away with the thought of a paid holiday to Vegas. Then alcohol got involved and here we are.”

  “Yeah, here we are. So, how do we get an annulment?”

  “Well.” I watched as he visibly swallowed. “I wondered if you’d stay married to me… for another five days.”

  I spilled a bit of my coffee on the comforter.

  “Stay married?”

  “Yeah, only you were a complete hit on the channel. I don’t know if you saw my vlog asking for what people wanted?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, they said they wanted to see more of you.”

  I scoffed. “Me? Why would they want to see more of me? I’m no one special.”

  “Well, I’d have to disagree with that because I came to Vegas to look for a wife and chose you.”

  “Lucky me.”

  “Sorry that came out wrong. I meant above everyone else, you were the woman who caught my eye. The people on my channel must think the same thing.”
/>   “So what would I have to do?”

  “Just hang with me. Show me some of Vegas maybe? I’m sorry the guys might be part of the package at times.”

  “Is the other package included?” I nodded in the area of his impressive dick.

  “Of course. You can have that anytime. Married to me or not. Just call me.” He burst into laughter.

  “And so what’s in this for me?”

  “Apart from my company and my cock? You’ll get sponsorship. There are already girls asking where your dress is from. It’s five days. Why don’t we just see what happens? Then at the end of the week, I’ll go back to the UK and I’ll sort the annulment.”

  I placed my coffee down, wriggled under the covers and stared at the ceiling.

  He leaned over me.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “Advantages and disadvantages. So for example advantages are maybe new clothes. Disadvantage, having to hang around with four smelly boys for the rest of the week.

  “Also there’s the potential press interest. My Vegas exploits have hit the news. Which surprises me. Not in the UK because there’s a journo there who is always ripping the shit out of me for my pranks and apparent bad influence on teenagers. But here in the US I didn’t really expect to be on any news channels.”

  “I may have randomly called one with some hot gossip.” I admitted.

  “You did? Why?”

  “I hate my family. It’s the perfect opportunity to wind them up. Sorry. So you see I’m getting as much out of this union as you are.”

  “Ah yeah, Jonno told me about you being some heiress who ran to Vegas with a boyfriend.”

  “I thought he was a boyfriend. He was actually a leech.”

  “Well I can assure you, I’m not a leech.”

  I shrugged. “It wouldn’t matter anyway. I’m disowned.”

  “Surely your parents would welcome you back with open arms if you approached them?”

  I glared at him. “Showing that you’ve obviously not met them and know nothing about the situation.”

  “Hey, hey, hey.” He stroked a hand down my cheek. “Is this our first fight?”

  I snickered. “If you think this is me fighting you really don’t know me at all.”

  He moved over me pulling my robe apart. “So let's spend five more days with me getting to know you then? I’m going to start by finding out all your likes and dislikes.” He threw his robe on the floor.

  How was I supposed to say no to that?

  He turned me over so my face was in my pillow, my butt facing him and he slapped my butt cheek.

  “Ow, what’s that for?” I asked, wriggling my butt up at him.

  He spanked it again. “Hmm, I’m putting that in my brain as a like. You clenched your thighs together.”

  Bringing his hand around under me he moved beside me and pulled me into his side. His hand dipped down between my thighs. “So wet. Do you like this?” He said and his finger very slowly tickled at my nub. My breath hitched. He dipped in and out of my wetness, bringing his finger back to my clit. I thrust my pelvis up as his fingers dipped inside me. “Yes. This is definitely another like.”

  Louis moved his finger further back. I knew where he was headed, and I tensed. “Hmmm, I’m guessing this is unchartered territory. We’ll leave this one for now.” I relaxed again. He was right. I’d never done that and the thought made me nervous.

  Pushing me onto my back his head lowered between my thighs and once more he feasted on my pussy. God, I needed to come so bad.

  He broke off lifting his head up and as my lusty gaze met his and saw his mouth dripping with my juices, he said. “This is a definite yes,” before he returned to my core.

  My pussy gave him his answer as I came hard all over his mouth. “Oh my God. Fuck, Louis.”

  “Oh, okay then. Seeing as you asked.” He replied, coming back and flipping me over, pulling me up onto my knees. He pushed in behind me, reaching out to grab one of my breasts. The other jiggled as he pushed in and out of my core. The only sound in the room was our lustful moans and rapid breathing.

  “Fuck, I could do this all day and all night.” Louis groaned out as he continued to thrust. I could feel my center tightening, ready to release again. Then Louis’ pace quickened, and he thrust into me faster, harder. I pushed back against him with all the energy I had.

  “Dirty girl.” He whispered near me and that did it. I exploded, feeling Louis tighten and then join me. Our sweaty bodies collapsed on the bed, Louis rolling off me, to the side and then pulling me next to him once more.

  “That’s a yes for it hard and fast.” He said.

  “It’s a yes to everything, Louis, with you. I can’t get enough.” I said.

  His fingers trailed down the side of my cheek and brushed over my lips. “Yeah, I feel the same.”

  He moved away from me slightly, pushing up against the headboard once more. “This is just cos it’s new, right, and we’re attracted to each other? That’s why we’re so damn horny and can’t get out of bed.”

  “Yeah.” I said agreeing. “What else would it be?”

  He shuffled off the bed. “Just going to the bathroom.”

  He moved away, and I laid back thinking about my previous boyfriends. It had never been like this before. Ever. This connection was different. In fact that word summed it up. A connection. It was like we were meant to be. We just fit together. I couldn’t tell him that though. We’d not known each other forty-eight hours yet.

  This was crazy, and yet I couldn’t stop it.

  Louis

  It had never been like this before. Ever. I’d had many girlfriends, but it hadn’t been like this. We’d not known each other forty-eight hours yet.

  This was crazy, and yet I couldn’t stop it.

  I stood in the bathroom splashing my face with cold water, trying to get myself out of this. Out of what I was feeling. All I wanted to do was stay in this hotel room with this woman and lock the world out.

  But I couldn’t.

  I’d come here with friends, via sponsors, for the channel.

  I had to work, and I had to keep more of a distance from Mila. Remind myself that she was only with me because she got drunk and then saw me as an opportunity to get revenge on her parents.

  I needed to remember that.

  So, if she was willing, I would let her show us Vegas. I would record vlogs for the channel and then next Saturday morning, I would be gone. Back to my life in Leeds.

  I rubbed at my stomach. It felt funny.

  It felt like… disappointment.

  Jesus, what the fuck was happening to me? I re-splashed my face with more water.

  Come on, Louis. Get a grip, and not on her hips as you fuck her again.

  My dick hardened with that thought.

  My resolve dissolved.

  I was leaving this bathroom to screw her again and then… then… I really needed to leave. Though the hotel was paid up until tomorrow lunchtime…

  Tuesday 3 April 2018

  I finally returned to my own hotel room in the early hours of Tuesday morning where I hit my bed and slept for hours. I’d turned my phone off so that the guys didn’t disturb me. So when I woke at 10am and turned it back on, I wasn’t surprised to see angry messages in our group chat. I sent a message that I was up and did everyone want to meet in my room. An hour later three pissed off faces joined me.

  “You bring us to Vegas and then go off grid. Fuck us over for some pussy. What’s going on, bro? This isn’t on.” Cam was livid. His cheeks red as he vented.

  My jaw set. “Please don’t call Mila ‘pussy’. But you’re right and I’m sorry. Let’s go hang today and have some fun.”

  “So you sorted the annulment, or is she on board to stay married to you until the end of the week?” Jonno asked.

  “We’re staying hitched for now.”

  “Does that mean you’re gonna be ditching us again?” Cam was still annoyed.

  “I’m sure we can have the
best of both worlds, but the subscribers and sponsors want more Mila. She’s up for it, so that’s what she gets. Let's not forget it’s those subscribers and sponsors that are basically the reason we are here for free.” I leveled Cam with a look and saw him nod.

  “Yeah, I know. I was just looking forward to tearing it up in the city of sin.”

  “So what did you do last night?” I asked.

  “You won’t believe us.” Max said. “We left the evening’s entertainment to Jonno to arrange…” He shook his head at him.

  “It was on my bucket list.” Jonno protested.

  “What did you do?” I asked him.

  “Erm, I made them come with me to watch Jennifer Lopez.”

  I collapsed back on the bed with laughter. “You gotta be shitting me?”

  “Man, when she came onto that stage and stripped off to that little silver number with all the flesh showing underneath… blue balls. I got blue balls.”

  “The show started with her talking about giving the people all that she is and how she took the stairs not the elevator in life. There’s two piles of puke from where me and Cam were sitting.” Max added.

  “No appreciation.” Jonno pouted.

  “We appreciated all the female supporting dancers didn’t we, Cam?”

  “Well I know what we’re doing today guys.” I’d been looking through my phone while they were chatting. “There’s a beer festival.”

  The three annoyed faces I’d encountered cheered right up.

  “Starts at 2pm, finishes at 7pm. So shall we go get a hearty breakfast ready to soak it all up?”

  Mila had told me she was working from 2pm until 10pm at LBD. I’d not actually made any plans with her other than to say I’d message her, but after hours of drinking, me and the guys decided we’d go there. The guys were looking forward to seeing all the little black dresses.