VEGAS, BABY!


Chapter 44 — The Physician

Last night was wild.

The resident DJ at the club was a fan of Rose, so he invited us up on the stage where the three of us danced until we could barely stand anymore. None of us let the bottle service get to us, since today is a big day and there's no one who likes hangovers, so we switched to virgin cocktails after the second bottle of champagne.

By the time it was two in the morning, I'm sure the people around us thought we were some kind of private orgy, since everyone was kissing everyone, and we decided to take it up to our room. This after-party was definitely the icing on the cake.

I sit down in the leather chair that faces the bed and look at the three people in my bed as I sip the coffee I got downstairs. I woke up before everyone else, taking the silence of the early morning in Vegas and exploring the hotel. It's got everything from a gift shop, a little café and restaurant, a casino, and even an entire store filled with hotel merchandise.

My life has changed for the better. Definitely. And I wouldn't ever go back, not even if they paid me for it. This life is way too good to ever let go off. I can't believe my days used to consist of working, working, and sleeping. I barely even took the time to have decent meals, let alone to go out and socialize.

Turns out Felix's betrayal gave my life a much deeper meaning. I get to wake up next to the love of my life, have the best sex ever, enjoy friendships that have grown over the months into precious connections, and actually have a job I enjoy. A job that doesn't drain away every ounce of my energy. I guess fate really is a thing after all.

As I sit here, my eyes roaming the beautiful hotel room, enjoying my coffee in a pair of denim shorts and a silk camisole, I realize I love all three of those people in the bed before me.

I love Emmett because of his sparkling personality, his humor, because of the way he cares about my boyfriend, about animals, and the way his heart is made out of nothing but the purest of gold. He's got a body like a damn underwear model spiced with extra muscle and that boyish looks that probably got him in and out of a bunch of trouble as a teenager.

Rosalie is an enigma. She's a fierce lady with killer looks and a physique most people are intimidated by. But she's more than that. Much more. Over the last months, she's grown to be my best friend. We share secrets and have girl's nights just like the ones I never had growing up. Just like the nights I always wanted. It's a connection that I can't explain, and yes, we sleep together occasionally. It's never just the two of us, though. No. It's us and our boys, and society would judge us but we simply don't care. We're not doing anything wrong. Rose is kind and strong, and she'll kill anyone who crosses anyone she cares about.

Now, my baby? That's an entirely different story.

Edward Masen makes my heart beat faster just by breathing. His eyes make me feel like the most beautiful person on the earth and the way he calls me 'angel' has me weak in the knees. I'm head over heels, probably even past that stage. I don't even know how to call it, but I'm in too deep and I'm never getting out. I love this man with everything that I have. With every fiber of my being.

We share passions and views and morals, have no secrets. Plus, we have the best sex I ever got to experience in my life. Ever. He's everything I wasn't even looking for. Truth is, I wasn't even hoping to ever be in a relationship again. I had no time. No time for anything. But that's changed for the better, too.

I get up and walk over to the bed. Edward's in the middle, sheets draped over his legs, cock out and hard in the warm room, the white sheets setting of his tan.

Emmett's on his right, head turned to the windows as the sun streams in, one arm behind his head, the other clutching the sheet around his waist, his wife sleeping peacefully on her stomach, silver hair spilling over the edge of the kingsized mattress, her perky ass on display.

I still can't believe my luck. I went from having no one to having it all.

Just when I'm about to wake up the crew, there's a knock on the door. The girl bringing over room service is decked out in the hospitality staff's uniform, her golden locks piled on top of her head with silver hairclips that sparkle with tiny gems that make her look like some kind of nymph.

"Angel, who's a—" Edward curses under his breath when he rounds the corner in nothing but his birthday suit. I'm sure the server got an eyeful but then again, I'm sure she's going to be seeing a lot worse this weekend. I tip well and send the girl off with a smile on her face.

"Morning," I beam up at my boyfriend. He kisses me with the warmth that might just melt the entire South Pole before stealing a croissant from the breakfast trolley.

"How are you this morning?" Edward tucks strands of hair behind my ear, looking around the room for a pair of boxers, putting them on with the pastry in between his lips.

"I'm really good," I smirk. "How are you, slept okay?" I wonder. Four people in one bed, even one this size was a rather tight fit.

"Knocked the fuck out until I woke up, so I'd say I slept really, really good." He winks, then throws one of the pillows from the leather chair to the bed, hitting Emmett square in the face. He sits up, eyes wide as he rubs his jaw.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Emmett laughs, his smile only widening when he takes in the amount of food on the trolley.

Emmett leans over, eyes on his wife, hand stroking her neck gently before kissing her cheek lovingly.

"Babe, wake up," he says, voice gruff and sleepy.

Rose turns around, brown eyes twirling around the room until they lead on Edward and me.

"Well, last night was the bomb," she snickers, hair all over the place.

"It's about to get even better," Emmett says.

"Hell yeah, because I smell bacon," Rose laughs.

We decide to do a little sightseeing before we have to get ready for tonight. By mid-afternoon, my feet are tired and I'm sweaty from walking around all day.

Rose and Emmett booked a couple's massage at the spa, so we part way with our friends as Edward and I go back to the room and change into our bathing suits.

The pool is busy, and I have a little plate of fruit as I watch my boyfriend swim laps, his skin glistening.

He's a little off today, constantly looking preoccupied but I play it off as pre-award-show jitters and don't ask too many questions. My phone is filled with new pictures of us, and I noticed Edward uploading the ones we took in the tub last night onto his site. It makes me feel proud that I can be a part of his world, online and off.

"Angel," his head peeks up over the edge of the pool, hair wet and dripping all over his face as he leans up, talking to me while he's still in the water.

"Mhm?"

"We probably should go get ready," he says.

I pout, because tonight is our last night in Las Vegas and I want to soak up as much vacation time as I can since it's the first time we took a trip together. I don't want it to end. Because it's been incredible.

"I know," Edward chuckles. "I promise to take you somewhere beautiful very soon. Just the two of us."

I love how he just reads my mind like this.

I get off my chair, skin warm and glowy from the sun. My hair's all curly and weird from being in the pool but Edward stares up at me as in I'm in the finest of clothes with my hair done and makeup flawless. I feel satisfied in the deepest meaning of the word, both mentally and physically.

This version of my life? God, I want this until the world stops spinning.