Page 16 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve been with,” he grunted, coming inside me.
I came too.
I wasn’t expecting those words from him. Especially not now when we weren’t drunk anymore. When he should have been busy regretting marrying me the previous night.
What was that supposed to mean?
We both came with moans and sighs until there was nothing left to do but part ways.
He released me and I came away from him, stopping myself from sinking to the floor. I wanted him to see that I was still in control of myself and the situation.
It was just sex, right? Nothing more.
There was nothing wrong with having sex. Not with your legal husband. Even though he was a complete stranger.
I stood under the shower, giving myself one last rinse while Colin stepped out and grabbed a towel.
“I have to go, my brothers are waiting for me. This is supposed to be a bachelor’s weekend. My oldest brother is getting married in a few weeks,” he said, while rubbing the towel in his hair.
I remembered it now. It was like deja-vu. He’d already given me this information the previous night.
I nodded. I guessed this was his polite way of asking me to hurry the fuck up.
By the time I’d dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, Colin was ready to leave.
Fresh shirt, clean pair of jeans, clean shaven. He looked even more handsome—how was that possible? Was I seeing things? Was I still drunk or just delusional?
Could sex actually influence your mind that much?
“So…what now?” I asked.
Colin had a note in his hand, which he handed to me. It had a phone number, that was it.
“Text me your number so we can keep in touch,” he said.
That was all? This was my husband and he just wanted me to text him so we could send each other legal updates?
I nodded, because I had no choice. He was right. What more could there be? Why was I finding it so difficult to detach from this moment?
“I’ll get my lawyers on the case and I’m sure it’s just a simple procedure. I’ll keep you posted.”
I nodded again, and for some reason, I could feel a tug in my soul. I wished I had a little more time with him. Why? To do what?
This was what I wanted, right? This was what needed to be done.
Sever all ties.
Colin walked up to the door and held it open. It was time to go.
In the elevator we were silent, barely even looking at each other.
We stepped out when it stopped and I still didn’t know what to say.
“Hey, thanks for the night,” he said abruptly. I stared at him in surprise. “Even though I don’t remember most of it, I must have had fun if I ended up marrying you at the end of it.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” I replied.
“Colin!” We both heard someone shout his name from the other end of the lobby.
He waved at the man who looked vaguely familiar to me.
“Come on, man!” Someone else shouted. I noticed they were standing in a group together.
A group of exceptionally handsome men. Colin shrugged, then turned to me with a wink.
“Gotta go. See you around, I guess,” he said, walking backwards. At the verge of disappearing from my life forever. I didn’t even know if I’d see him again.
All I could do was stand and stare. I watched as he ran over to the group of men. They were laughing and talking loudly. All eyes in the lobby were on them. Nobody could look away.
And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I’d seen some of those faces before.
In files.
On a computer somewhere.
They were part of classified information.
They were the Doherty brothers.
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The plan for this day was to hit as many casinos as we could, and my brothers lapped it up. Finally, without the prospect of drunken chicks hitting on us, Killian and Aidan seemed to be able to relax and just have fun.
Yeah, it seemed like everyone around me was having fun.
Except, me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the mess I’d fallen into. A mess I created for myself. No matter how tasty she looked on the dance floor, I should have stuck by my brothers the previous night. I should have sniffed trouble the moment I got close to her.
Now, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
We were at a swanky casino where my brothers sat around a blackjack table. I made an excuse about getting a drink and stepped away. I went to the bar and stood there by myself, knocking back shot after shot.
Hair of the dog.
It was my only chance of making it through the day despite the throbbing ache between my eyes. I was still hungover.
The only time I had felt human was when I was with Marley earlier. She did something to me that I couldn’t explain.
