Kidnapped To Vegas (A Spicy BadBoy Romance)

~~~DIANA~~~

The gift box slips from my fingers and shatters into tiny pieces on the tiled floor of the hotel lobby.

Eden freezes immediately. His eyes widen as soon as they land on me. "Shit! Diana!"

The man I just wedded two hours ago is on top of his boss. His bare ass was moving fast while her legs circled around his waist.

He hurries off her, dragging the sheet with him as he goes.

She sits up slowly, pulling the comforter over her chest.

She doesn't even look embarrassed. She looks rather annoyed.

The same woman he brought to his house three months ago and introduced as "just my boss, Bella, from work."

The same woman who smiled politely while I poured her coffee just a week ago.

Now she's moaning under him in a hotel room he booked in the same building where we just had our wedding.

Two hours ago I stood in front of everyone in that ballroom and promised to love him forever.

I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt because I really wanted to be the perfect wife for him.

My knees feel like jelly and I stagger back until my shoulder hit the doorframe.

Eden stumbles toward me, his belt still flying as he zips up his pants. "Diana, wait! It's... it's not what you think!"

I turn and start walking down the hallway, tears already blurring everything, but I keep moving.

He catches up fast and grabs my arm. "Sweetheart, please. Just listen to me for a second."

I spin around to face him, my breath shaking with so much rage.

"It's not what I think, Eden? What the hell do you mean it's not what I think?"

He rubs the bridge of his nose hard, like he's trying to push the shame away. His face is flushed red.

He knows he's been caught, and there's no quick lie that's gonna fix this.

I wipe my eyes roughly with my palms.

"The day I saw her at your house, you told me she was just your boss. So what the hell are you doing with your boss in a room, in the same hotel where you just married me two hours ago?"

He looks away for a second, then forces his eyes back to mine.

"Diana... that's not the room I booked for us, okay?"

My stomach growls and I almost feel like vomiting.

"You booked a different room for you and your boss?"

He breathes out and throws both hands up in the air like he's surrendering.

"I just needed some money, alright? It's not like I cheated for fun."

The hallway goes completely quiet.

My own heartbeat is screaming in my ears.

I stare at him, trying to make sense of what he just said.

"What... what do you mean you needed some money?"

He doesn't answer right away. His dark eyes fill with shame, but he still doesn't look sorry enough to make this hurt any less.

I have