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This chapter is Rick's POV of waking up in Vegas! More to come and soon! - Fithola

Chapter 2

Rick is aware he's alone as soon as he wakes. Rolling over, he touches the spot where she should be but finds it empty. The side of the bed cool, evidence she's been gone for a while.

Hauling himself upright on the bed, he takes in his surrounding and notes his hotel room is a mess. He's going to have to pay the extra fee for the destruction him and his wife caused but knows it was worth it.

A smile pulls at his lips as he thinks of his wife, Michonne.

Her enticing flawless dark chocolate skin. Her thick dread locks framing a heart shape face. Her luscious lips. Her almond shape salacious deep brown eyes. Her graceful long neck and regal shoulders. Her curvy slim body with a narrow waist and an ass… Rick stops his thoughts, he can feel his loins stirring at the thought of her, his wife.

Michonne Grimes.

"Michonne Grimes," he says out loud enjoying weight of it against his tongue and the sound embracing his ears.

The smile widens for a brief moment before it starts to slip away as he thinks of how she left in the middle of the night. Leaping out of bed, Rick starts his search of the room; hoping perhaps she left to go get breakfast and will make a speedy return or at the very least left a note of some kind.

After searching the entire room, disappointment races across his chest when he finds nothing. All of her belongings are gone, a sign of her departure and there's no note or message of her parting. The loss is sudden, a wound pulling open at the center of his chest. Feeling as if a piece of him missing, he stumbles and sit on the edge of the bed.

Maybe, I should let her go. He thinks. After all she did leave him in the early hours before dawn without a goodbye or a note.

Rick thinks back to those deep brown eyes and their first time meeting.

Las Vegas.

He didn't want to come to the dirty noisy neon city in the middle of the desert. He wanted to go his cabin near Jasper and spend the long weekend hunting. Instead, he allowed Shane to talk him into coming to Las Vegas for a guys' weekend. Rick could not have been happier with the decision.

He makes a mental note to thank Shane the next time he sees him.

Rick, Abraham, Shane, and Daryl arrived in the City of Sin, late Thursday evening. After checking into their rooms and cleaning up, the men went to dinner then hit the tables before Rick and Daryl were dragged to the famous Sapphire. At Sapphire Rick split his time at the bar near the entrance of the establishment and keeping tabs on Abraham and Shane. Somehow Daryl slipped them and had already returned to the hotel to play the penny slots; Rick wished he thought to do the same instead of babysitting his friends at the gentlemen club as he fought off advances from the women who worked there.

Friday was spent reciprocating from the night before with the day starting in the early afternoon. A late lunch, another rounds at the black jack tables happened before Shane lead the charge to the pool.

He was delayed joining his friends at the hotel pool cabana due to his conversation with his son, Carl. Checking in on the teenager and his baby sister, Judith; making sure the two were enjoying their stay at his mother's home in Savannah. Enjoying catching up with his children, Rick lost track of time. He didn't spend much time away from them and when he did, he missed them dearly; he knew they were safe and being spoiled by his mom but he was already looking forward to returning to them.

When Rick finally joined his buddies in their rented pool side cabana, somehow he wasn't surprised that they were joined by three women. A brunette with a friendly smile, Tara. A caramel skinned woman with wild curly hair, Sasha, and a blonde with blue eyes that seem to be caught on every word that Shane said, Andrea.

Shane made the introduction, Rick greeted the women and made polite conversation but didn't intrude any further than with pleasantries. Abraham was flirting heavily with the brunette, Tara, but the young woman seem more interested in Sasha's and Daryl's conversation about breed of dogs and which one they owned.

Already bored, Rick was getting ready to make a sneak escape and return to his hotel room when Shane pointed behind him stating the rest the women's other friends were coming. He turned to see the women approaching and locked eyes with the most beautiful pair dark brown eyes he has ever seen.

In that moment, everything changed.

A smile crossed his lips. She smiled in return and the world fell away. It was only the two of them.

Everything he wanted was there within that smile.

Her friend said something, pulling her attention away from his. He seized the moment allowing his eyes to roam over her body. Flawlessly smooth dark chocolate skin covered her body and contracted beautifully against the white two-piece bikini. What looked to be chainmail connected the two pieces, draping across her flat and muscular mid-section causing her to look like a seductive warrior goddess.

Her white top covered her breast but a swell of dark brown flesh peaked over the top of the bikini. As she walked closer, Rick noticed her harden nipples pressing against the bikini top. Rick licked his lips the need to taste her caused his hands to tremble; he pulled his eyes back up to her lovely face. Her dark eyes locked upon his; he wanted to stare within her salacious brown sphere forever.

Shane and the blonde woman, Andrea, made the introduction. Rick noted her friend, another brunette who smiled gently at him, Maggie but his focus remained on her.

Michonne. Michonne Grimes.

Rick couldn't just let her go, especially now that he just found her.

He takes a moment to think, trying to chart the best course of action to take. Picking up his cell phone, he dials the number to airport. Several minutes later he is connected to the airline she used. After another thirty minutes of laying down his southern drawl thickly and concocting a story that he needs details regarding his pregnant wife's flight; Rick is able to drags out information from one of the airline personal that Michonne boarder a flight bound for Atlanta at 8:30am.

Glancing at the bedside clock, he notes it is a little pass 10am. Checkout of the hotel is at noon. His flight home to Georgia is at 2pm. By the time he's boarding his flight, she should be at her home in Atlanta.

Rick set towards the bathroom to shower and get ready for his trip home, determine to find his wife.