My intellectual property is the storyline, all new characters, new character development, and new developments. Glorioux
A/N I will see how it is received and will continue depending on the reception..
Mr. Darcy, is in Las Vegas for an expo, and to meet with Dr. Bennet, hoping a business association. The last night at a party he meets Lizzie. It seems a casual encounter, but next morning his head is not to clear. What happened?
Mr. Darcy and Las Vegas
The party was one of the best ever, so many beautiful women, most super hot; a famous DJ and a German Techno band play the music. The place was fantastic, and the food excellent. He checked the incredible buffet of finger foods, spoons servings, mini pastries, cheeses, crackers, mini-rolls, sushi, salsas, seafood, spreads, cup salads, creams, and desserts, along with good wines and a bar. He loved the large dancing area with perfect temperature control. Without a doubt the party was first rate.
Coming to Las Vegas was turning out to be a fine idea. The city was outrageous, not classy but whatever, and the best was that nobody knew who he was. Just another of the expo attendants, an only a few knew of him, a Brit, people called him.
William hadn't seen his cousins, where were they? They were supposed to meet him here, but no one was not around as they had told him. His other cousin had called him, not sure why, because it seemed he changed his mind and was flying earlier. But he wouldn't tell him why; Richard said they could talk when he was back. It made William uneasy, thinking it sounded like bad news; he guessed whatever it was would wait. He looked around, trying to decide who to dance with, when he saw her standing outside by the pool alone.
She was was as hot as they came. She stood, holding a tall glass. Her simple short black dress with cowgirl boots, was a strange combination but it suited her. Her gorgeous hair fell down her tempting naked back. He wanted to dance with her, so he went to get a drink and went to join her. When he went outside, she sat on a lounging chair, with two dogs by her feet. The dogs checked him out, sniffed him, and jumped back with her. One moved, facing him, staring. He obliged, bent, stretched his hand, and the fluffy dog banged the tail, so he petted the dog a few times. She ignored him.
"Hello, may I sit here?" He moved a chair next to hers and looked closer. She wore old fashioned earrings with an odd design, with a matching odd necklace, and he noticed, she pinned some of hair with matching silver sticks. Her make up was minimal with red tinted lips. No need for a lot of make up, she was stunning.
She shrugged one shoulder, indifferently, "As you wish." But she didn't look at him, not once.
Interesting, she was also from across the pond. "William." He introduced himself, hoping for a name. Nothing was forthcoming, then he noticed she had ear pods, covered by hair. Sitting closer, he could easily smell her perfume, intoxicating, a floral scent reminding him of a summer day.
He was charming, not his usually cold and arrogant self. He hoped they could hook up; he was already imagining a casual encounter, with lots of hot sex. He was hard at the thought, he could see his lips running along her back, down her bum. What perfect way to celebrate closing a successful business; a joint venture with a company he had been after for a while.
He had come to Las Vegas knowing the company's owner was also there at expo. His cousin, the snake charmer, had met several times with the owner for over a year, almost two, and had finally negotiated the venture. Well, it was best Mr. Charmer was not at the party, because he would like the whoever he was after. They always liked the same women. When they were teens, they wished they could always be together, that was then. He would not like to compete with the Charmer.
Tomorrow, he would go home, so tonight was the night. He looked inside and saw 'the orange troll,' looking for him, the bloody woman could not take no for an answer. It was worse since last year, after he made a mistake when he was too drunk, more than a mistake, they shagged when she snuck in his bedroom after a birthday party. He slid on the chair, hopefully she would not notice him.
Finally, the hot beauty next to him said something, "Who are you hiding from?" She smirked, shaking her head, reproaching him.
He grinned, "A troll, and I prefer the view here, a fairy instead of a troll." He was remembering the song earlier something about a fairy tale, but he meant it, she looked like a fairy in the old library books, making him wish she was his. His dad used to say they might not be library books, but maybe they forgot who they were. His grandfather also had other ideas, nonsense.
No response, another shrug. What will it take? He wondered, she seemed unavailable. And his body was on fire, he was grateful for his linen coat since his cock was stuck to his belly; this was unusual for him. He wanted to touch her smooth skin with his lips and tongue, running his lips along her body, up her thighs, slowly. He stopped his thoughts before he moaned. His hands itched to touch her; his reaction was unusual yet gratifying.
A tall man came by, "May I bring you another drink? Ah, your father is looking for you. Don't worry, I didn't say where you were; I believe he wants to introduce you to someone, a new associate." He said staring at Darcy, somewhat distrusting. Darcy thought the man did not like him; it would seem.
"I don't want to meet anyone, good job. I would like a Long Island iced tea with lots of ice and three maraschino cherries, a thin slice of orange, and hmm, maybe an infusion of something with the nitro, surprise me; I need something strong. Thanks." Her voice ran like fire thru his blood, making desire flow like hot lava. He wanted to feel her naked body against his. His cock throbbed; thankfully, he was self-controlled, or he thought he was.
"Make it two, I never had one," Darcy asked, his voice sounded low and sexy, and the man nodded, slightly.
After the man left Darcy waited for her to talk but nothing was forthcoming.
A young petite blond brought the drinks, "Darling, you can come in, the shark is gone. But he asked again about our home, and of course, about you, and left a present for you. I hate him the slimy man, thinking he looks good wearing his ultra modern slim fit tailored clothes, t-shirts, and trainers; never mind his too-many-products-sleek-perfect-hair, too white teeth, perfect eyebrows, too much cologne, six figure watches, and his ostentatious diamond rings, yuck! I would say he looks like a male ho; though imagine. Mariah said Char thinks he is hot, super yuck!"
Darcy chuckled at the petite blond's comments and expressions; she had an acerbic tongue; the man described sounded mighty familiar; he would later think about her comments.
"Nah, darling I will stay here, father has a new one to introduce me to. I already had enough with the 'Scout.'" The woman said.
The beauty sounds despondent, Darcy thought. Maybe, she is nursing a broken heart.
"Ah, I see, I agree, he is P.I.G., though he is very hot, and if I were older, I might have fought you for him; Dad says it is allowed when love is involved. I understand you. Jane is with the smiling blond; but I don't think much of him, too many smiles. He could be a serial killer." The young blond chuckled, winked, and left.
Darcy could not help it, but he liked the girl, she was pretty, clever, and funny. Fergus would have liked her, just his type. She was also Angus type, hmm. They also wanted one for the two; it might work. It ran in the family; Richard and his brother wanted the same; no not for him.
They sat to drink. Though the drink proved too strong for William, it made her friendlier.
"Who invited you? I don't know you." She asked, checking him out with narrowed eyes.
"Dr. Bennet, he is a new business associate. I think this is his home. William." Darcy said introducing himself, again.
"I see, Lizzie," she said before downing the strong drink and looked at the man. Hot, yes, from his expensive 'casual business,' look, to his extraordinary looks. Nice cologne, indeed, he is extremely hot, and his tousled hair looks natural, whatever, she thought. Though he looked familiar, is he a darker-colored twin of the Scout? But no, she was imagining, her mind playing tricks; or was she; she wanted to ask him if he knew the Scout. What if he were his twin brother? They kind of smiled the same; late, she would wish she had asked.
William checked the man with the drinks; he seemed a cross between a polished PA and a fierce commando; the man is a dangerous bodyguard, he concluded. Someone helped the man to bring a drink refill for both. The lady pushed a small cart with a large tray with a little of the many things in the buffet, a tray with six oysters, and other sea delicacies, a basket with mini flat breads, tiny loafs, and rolls. There were also desserts, salt, pepper, lemons and lime wedges, butter, olive oil, sauces, napkins, small bowls, and silverware. William was grateful, hopefully he would not feel so high; he had not eaten much all day long. The waiter prepared two plates for them, to start. She did not eat much, but he finished the tray.
The rest of the night was a blur after a third or was it fourth drink. She invited him to go to a club, and the man who brought the drinks took them drove somewhere. At the club they played mostly new music; it sounded like a German techno beat. William believed it was the music from the band at the party. She proved to be amazing, smart, funny, and extremely sexy.
The way they danced, it was wild, a seducing game; many people were staring. They were tall, and their looks attracted many. Her brown hair with colored streaks, falling down her back was as soft as he had imagined. The dancing stoked his desire, the only furtive touches, his hands on her hips, pressing against her, kissing her back and shoulders, made him burn slow and laugh. She would press against him then called him naughty and moved away. He didn't remember laughing so much before; she was playful and funny, enticing him then moving away, a sexy game he thought.
He wasn't so sure what happened. But he remembered his hand was on her knee, caressing her when she said she wouldn't shag without marriage, probably joking. He thought he answered something. Perhaps, he proposed marriage, and she laughed. She also had too many drinks, and said "Why not, in Las Vegas all is possible; I think there is a chapel next to this club, and we can have a honeymoon," then she kissed his lips softly and pulled him to follow her.
Morning After
The next morning, Fitzwillam Darcy woke in his hotel room. Someone was knocking, way too loud. His head was about to explode. "William, we need to get ready. I have called you many times. The jet to take us to LA is ready in four hours, and we need to eat and to pack since we must be at the airport some hours before." That grating voice worsened his headache.
He opened his eyes, when he moved to get his smartphone, he saw a pair of lace knickers on the floor. His room smelled of sex and a familiar perfume; his head was not clear. He rubbed his forearm and saw a gold band on his finger. He did not wear rings but the family ring.
On the night desk, he saw a white book with a gold engraving of two wrings, he opened it and saw a wedding certificate with his name, and someone cut the other name, with a knife? Too precise, he thought. Damn, he could not read the name of the place that issued it, also cut. What happened? This must be a joke, maybe Richard and his practical jokes to upset me, but had not he left? Nothing to do because I do not have time; how legal can it be? Darcy let it go, wasn't he a tourist? He was not dumb, nah, never.
A/N I wonder what happened?