[Fiona's POV]
Gabriel really did a good job picking this hotel; it was homely, and the elderly couple who greeted us in the reception, and everyone who showed us to our room.
They were both friendly and welcoming, and it made me happy.
"This place is cool," I say happily, looking around. It was not a five-star hotel.
It was a few stories, built with every architectural care needed.
"Yes, it is," he says, his face is clearly genuine; it might not be a five-star golden height, but it is enough for me.
I am still in awe of how protective Dean had been. The way he stood up for me really turned me on.
"I will never get over seeing you stand for me," I tell him. He grins.
"Well, I will always stand up for my woman, because she is the best," he giggles before taking my lips.
He mumbles something under our kiss, but I am too engulfed in the dirty thoughts of him inside me to even care.
Taking a chance with Heath Duncan was the best idea ever. This is the best vacation ever.
"Ugh.... Not this again," spoke too soon, I guess.
"What?" he nonchalantly shrugs.
"We are going to take a shower and get out."
We had been cooped up in this hotel room for two whole days, trapped in each other's arms.
"Come on, one more day together will not hurt."
"It will, at this point, we just come to Vegas to f*ck," I grumble, "Come on, we are getting into the shower, and we are going out to see the city."
His complaints don't faze me as I drag him into the shower. I am not missing out on this beautiful city because of sex.
"Good morning, ma'am," the elderly woman greets us the moment we leave our room.
"We were beginning to worry as you two hadn't gotten out to see the sun yet," she says, looking concerned.
Heath opened his mouth to say something naughty. I could see him grin, but I cut him off before he could traumatize the poor woman.
"We just wanted extra rest," I tell her. Her husband looks at Heath and grins before laughing.
"We also needed extra rest when we got married. Our rest's name is Elaine. She is thirty-eight."
Both he and Heath burst out laughing to my and his wife's dismay.
"Men," the lady and I say in union.
"Anyway, where are you two off to?" the lady asks. Mrs. Simmons asks curiously.
"We are just going to explore the city," Heath responds this time.
"Oh…. Have fun, let me call my son, he is a taxi driver," the lady says, fetching her phone.
"There is no need, we already have someone coming, but next time we will surely have your son drive us," I reply politely.
We had decided on calling Gabriel to drive us around, with all he helped us with when we arrived, he deserved our loyalty.
"Oh…. That is alright," the woman replies sadly, but as soon as Gabriel arrives, she beams, "This is your taxi driver?"
"Yes, you know him?" Heath asks. I see Mr. Simmons grin before answering.
"He is our son," everyone who was in on the joke laughed.
We spent the day touring around Vegas. "Let us go check out the casino. I have always wanted to see how lucky I am to have you."
"Cheesy jokes," I tease him.
We are welcomed like royalty with everyone on the staff showing us the way. Heath just grins as he holds my hand.
We spend a couple of our time playing slot machines, Heath holding him close, whispering things he should say in public.
But it is short-lived when I feel someone pull me away, and before I can react, I am on the ground.
I look up to see a woman who is now hugging my boyfriend affectionately.