♕Harley Anderson♕

I stay in bed a little while after I've woken up. It's around eight when I open my eyes but I stay wrapped up in my blankets, staring at the curtain in front of the window. The room is warm and cozy and I wish that I could stay here for just a little while longer.

I only turn over to reach for my phone after it's pinged and I glance at the message from Audrey which says: enjoy Las Vegas with Cam, girl! And remember- what happens in Vegas, STAYS IN VEGAS!! ;)

I chuckled to myself before sending her a laughing face. Then, I click on Ramiro's number, typing him a quick text.

Me: how is everything that side?

I stare at my phone for a while, hoping for an immediate response but it doesn't come. Although I've loved this little trip, I haven't being able to shake the looming worry of what's going on back in Concord. Not even today's plans, since Danté and I will be spending our last night in a hotel in Las Vegas, can completely distract me from the feeling that something is wrong.

When my phone vibrates, I grab it and see Ramiro's reply.

Ramiro: Dont worry about this side. Have fun in Oregon... it's your last day there and I'm not going to be the one to spoil it for you.

Chewing on my lip, I decide to tell Ramiro the truth. Danté told Jack that we would be going to Oregon to prevent anyone from possibly following us here but Ramiro doesn't deserved to be lied to. Not after how he's treated me.

Me: we're actually in Nevada...

This time, his response comes in a matter of seconds.

Ramiro: Nevada? Lying to Jack isn't the smartest idea.

Me: I'm visiting my mom and I didn't want him to somehow find out where she lives. If he doesn't already know.

Ramiro: still not the smartest idea but I would have done the same so I get it... tell her and Cameron that I say hello.

Before I can reply, he adds:

Ramiro: and stop texting me so you can enjoy your last day of freedom :p

Smiling at the screen, I put my phone down and drag myself out of bed. I take a quick shower, washing my hair and scrubbing my body with a vanilla scented soap. My hair is left to dry and I pull on a pair of sweats before walking out the hallway and to Danté's door. I knock twice before it swings open, revealing the love of my life in nothing but a pair of jeans. His hair stands up in a damp state and he smiles at me as I grin up at him. He shuts the door as I enter the room. His room looks like he never even slept in it the past two days and I shake my head at how tidy Danté is.

"I don't think that answering the door shirtless is a smart idea. It could have being my mom for all you know." I remark playfully, crossing my arms over my chest. Danté rolls his eyes, pulling a shirt over his head and then running a hand through his hair.

"But you're not complaining right?"

It's my turn to roll my eyes now and I plop down on the bed, splaying out as I lie down on my back.

"Do we have to leave Nevada?" I mumble and I hear Danté grunting and shuffling as he pulls on shoes.  The ceiling fan spins around and around however, soon Danté is blocking my view as he leans over me.

"Don't ruin your last day by being sad, amado." He says as he frowns down at me and I sigh, sitting up so that he stands up straight. Offering a small smile, I ask:

"I know. So, what's the plan for today? We're going to Las Vegas and you've booked us into the Checkers Hotel?" I ask and Danté nods.

"Mmh-hmm." He finishes lacing up his boots. "We haven't gone on a date since..."

"Since we joined the gang?" I finish the sentence before he can and he offers a grim smile, nodding.

"Yeah. I think we deserve a night off."

Nodding, I chew on my thumbnail.

"Well, I can't wait. I've never been to Vegas so I'm excited." I reply and Danté offers me a boyish smile. "You haven't been to Vegas either right?"

Danté shakes his head with a thoughtful look on his face. "Not that I can recall, no. But I've been to many other places, including some out of the country." He replies and my eyebrows raise.

"Yeah? Like where?"

"Spain, Brazil, Portugal, Mexico, Canada, Japan, and even Russia."

"Russia?" I repeat and Danté nods.

"Yeah. And those people are scary as shit." I can't help but laugh, shaking my head to myself.

"seriously? You were part of a cartel." I whisper, "I thought you'd be tougher."

"Hey," Danté scowls from where he packs his clothing away. He doesn't bother shoving them staright into his bag like I do and instead folds each one ever so carefully. "You haven't being there so you can't judge."

"Then we should add it to the long list of destinations we need to go to." I wink and Danté shakes his head with a smile.

"You're so full of shit. I can't believe I ever asked you out." He tsks playfully and I laugh, standing up and patting his cheek sarcastically.

"We all know you love me. I'll see you for breakfast downstairs."

Before I even walk out of the door, I hear him mutter: "that I do."

****

After breakfast with Mia and Olivia for the last time, we exchange emotional goodbyes before Danté and I hit the road for Vegas. I try not to let the goodbyes with Olivia and Mia weigh heavy on my heart but it's hard.  The worry and sadness etched into my mom's features was enough to get me wanting to drop my bags and stay behind. But I couldn't. And I wouldn't even if I could. Saying goodbye to Mia was the hardest, though. She didn't bother to hide her tears and she hugged me so hard with her tiny body that I could barely breathe. I didn't bother resisting my tears either. I just let them flow freely before I was forced to let go of them- for however long that may be- and climb in the rental car so that Danté and I can get to Vegas.

Luckily, Vegas isn't far from Olivia's house. In fact, it's only an hour and a bit and we arrive at the Checkers Hotel in record time. I sleep the whole drive so I'm disoriented and confused when I wake up at first. Due to this, I unfortunately don't get to see much of Vegas yet except for the scenery near the hotel which is gorgeous to say the least. The Checkers Hotel is located beneath the large replica of the Eiffel Tower that is simply so stunning that I gape at it. Across the road is a large expanse of water where people sit in boats and people sip on wine near the railings.

"It's so stunning." I tell Danté and he nods, offering me a smile.

"Wait till you see it at night."

He parks undercover and we climb out, carrying our bags as we enter the hotel. The colour scheme is strictly black and white with splashes of navy and I admire the lobby as we walk to the receptionist who sits at the round table.

"Hi," Danté greets the girl- Kate- and the blonde looks up, the bored expression on her face suddenly lighting up. She isn't subtle as she looks Danté up and down like a full course meal- which he is, just not for her.

"Hi!" She chirps, rather enthusiastically. "How can I help you?"

"We have a booking." Danté says and the girl grins, fluttering her lashes flirtatiously. Kate doesn't even glance at me and I roll my eyes.

"Your name is? I'll check right away." She smiles and after Danté provides his details, she begins typing rapidly on her keyboard. "Is this your first time in Las Vegas?" She asks, glancing at Danté and he offers a tight-lipped smile as he nods. "It's amazing here! You'll love it! I can even show you around if you'd like. My shift ends soon anyway."

"No tha-"

"Wow, arent you professional flirting with a customer." I respond sarcastically, cocking my head to the side as I offer the sweetest fake smile I can muster. The receptionist's mouth parts in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she fumbles for words in her flustered state. I see Danté trying to bite back a smile from the corner of my eye and I don't drop my smile. "What's the number of our room again?"

Kate gives us our keys without anymore flirting and with a sarcastic 'thank you' from me, Danté and I enter the elevator and he lets his laughter loose. I hit his chest.

"Don't laugh. That was incredibly frustrating." I scold him but the ass ignores me.

"Now you know how I feel with the way guys look at you."

I make a sound of disbelief just as the doors open and we walk down the hallway that ends in floor to ceiling windows so that we can look over the city. The interior of out hotel room is beautiful and I can't help but drop my bag as we enter. Danté must have spent a fortune on this place and although we have a lot in savings, I'm slightly concerned for a moment. The colours match the lobby of black and white except the colour that breaks our room isn't navy and is instead a dark, dark purple. The floors are marble and seem to reflect the light as if the cleaners have scrubbed it with a toothbrush. I wouldn't be surprised if they have. My feet move me further into the room, walking passed the door that leads to the bathroom which has a huge bath in the corner of it and a shower with a showerhead that looks heavenly.

There's a kitchen with fancy gadgets that seem to be brand new on the black marble countertops and in the white cupboards. Through the doorway is the bedroom and I smile at how beautiful the view is. Much like the hallway, it has floor to ceiling windows that look out at the expanse of water and everything around it. I observe so many people walking up and down, happily skipping about and snapping photos. Removing my gaze from the city, I glance at the purple sheets and white and black throw over pillows and then the unnecessarily big TV- I mean, who is going to watch TV when there's so much to do here?- and then the comfy one seater cushion near the window. It looks like a wonderful place to sit and read a book. Or even write one.

"I hope you like it."

Snapping my head to Danté who puts our bags to the side neatly. I gape at him.

"Are you insane? How can I just 'like' it?" I reply incredulously, throwing my hands in the air as I gesture to the room we're standing in. "It's beautiful, Danté." I smile at him. "Thank you."

The smile he offers me makes my heart melt because I get to see just how much he loves me by the way he looks at me. I think that I've been dealt a bad deck of cards from life and while there are some people who have it worse, my life has being a never ending experience of pain and hurt. And yet, when I look at Danté I feel peace. He feels like the life I should have had- a little rough around the edges but a happy and peaceful one.

"You should get ready so we can start touring the place." Danté says, snapping me out of my train of thoughts and I nod absentmindedly as I grab my bag to begin doing everything.

Since we'll be sight seeing what we can in one day and then going for dinner, I choose to wear an asymmetrical, black bodycon dress with a pair of short wedges so that my feet don't hurt when we walk around. Truthfully, I wouldn't have packed any of this if Danté hadn't told me he had plans for us. But he did and so I'm gratefully prepared. With the heat outside, I pull my hair into a low bun with a few pieces of hair falling out due to the length and framing my face. I don't bother with any makeup except mascara and nude lipstick before I let Danté know I'm ready to go. He presses a kiss to my temple as he complements me on how gorgeous I look before we both leave the hotel.

The roads and walkways are filled with cars and people and every few minutes, we have to stop to let people take pictures in front of various things. The first place we go to is the Bellagio Conservatory. Dante leads me around as I dumbly take in the extravagance of the atrium. The colors and decor and beautiful aroma of flowers is so beautiful. In the centre of the room, flowers have being arranged to create a peacock and I smile at the beauty of it. There isn't a single colour that isn't present in the room and it's quite overwhelming to be in the presence of such beauty.

"Harley." Danté says and I turn around just as he clicks the button and I laugh as he looks down at the picture on his phone.

"You could have taken a nicer one." I remark and he rolls his eyes before showing me the photo.

"Well I like this one."

I do too. There's a natural smile on my face and the awe is evident in my features. Nothing's forced. Nothings a pretence. And I love that.

"Come here." I drag him to my side before opening the camera on my phone and flipping it to selfie mode. Danté holds my waist and I squish our faces together as my free hand cups the back of his neck. I snap a photo of the both of us smiling, one of Danté kissing my cheek and the other of me licking his forehead and his face scrunching up in both a little bit of disgust and humour. I chortle at the picture.

"This is my favorite."

"Yes, because I know how much you love to torture me."

I push a strand of hair out of his face. "Oh don't be such a baby."

We spend quite some time at the conservatory, me snapping pictures of all the beautiful flowers and arrangements and of Danté too. Workers tells us about the place and give us- surprisingly- interesting facts about a lot of the species they have. Danté and I even have a conversation with an elderly couple who want to get matching tattoos for their 35th wedding anniversary. I leave the atrium with a wide smile on my face and a bounce in my heels.

Our next stop is M&M World where I get an unhealthy amount of the sweets before we head "around the world in Vegas". We walk around the New York section and then the Caesars Palace where I ask someone to take a picture of Danté and I in front of the Roman architecture. Soon enough, it's getting dark and Danté makes us go into the Flamingo's Wildlife Habitat which seems to be his favorite place. My heart feels the lightest it has been in days seeing Danté happy like this- carefree and at peace. When he leans against the railway, hands gripping it tightly as he he watches the pink birds playing around, I snap a picture and I realise the best kind of love is the one that you don't stop falling in. Everyday I love Danté more and more and I think it will be the death of me.

And, truthfully, I'm okay going that way.

****

At six o'clock we go and watch the show which is nothing short of amazing. It's filled with singing and dancing, lights and music, laughter and cheers. The atmosphere of this city is just so amazing, I can't help but wish that we had more than just a day to spend in it. It's like an entire different world in this city and it's easy to forget what I have to leave to go back to tomorrow.

Dinner is even better with the food being divine and the restaurant being stunning as it looks out across the fountain that lights up every time water is sprayed up. Despite the food being expensive, it was worth it because I've never tasted food that can make my mouth water like that. The last stop we make before heading back to the hotel room is the Eiffel Tower that's illuminated in a colorful array of  lights. I can't help staring at it and taking pictures. Desperate to get a photo of Danté and I in front of it, I stop a group of Japanese tourists and ask them to take a photo of us. They snap the photos like photographers and when Danté turns to face me, wraps an arm around my waist, pulls me into him, cups my cheek and presses his lips against mine, they all cheer and I hear the snapshots going crazy. Danté releases a flustered me with a smug smile before we thank the tourists and they move along.

As we make our way into the lobby of the hotel, I swipe through the pictures and fall in love with them. It almost looks photoshopped with the Tower behind us and the way that Danté and I are kissing and holding each other makes me weak in the knees and I set it as my new wallpaper.

The minute we get into the room, I toss my bag onto the counter and peel off my shoes before pushing them to the side. I walk to the bathroom and rinse my face to get rid of the mascara. My scalp feels a sense of relief when I pull my hair out of its bun and unpin it and after running a hand through my hair I try to unzip my dress. However, to no avail, I can't get the zip on the back further down and I grunt before exciting the bathroom. 

When I enter the dimly lit bedroom, Danté is sitting on the bed in nothing but a pair of sweats and his hair all tousled. He is distracted by scrolling through his phone and I take a moment to admire how gorgeous he is. Since the lamp is only on, there isn't much light in the room so Danté almost seems like a silhouette but the lights of everything outside make for a remarkable view. Danté is such a beautiful human being- from his heart, to his looks, to his soul. I don't think I could have gotten luckier. This man right here knows how to treat me well- with love, respect and patience. And goodness knows patience is needed to be able to deal with somebody so ridden with anxiety. And yet he loves me completely.

I realise I've being staring when Danté's eyes are looking back at me, amusement in them and his lips upturned slightly. Clearing my throat, I walk into the room and step in front of him. I don't miss the way his eyes travel up the length of my legs and I swallow thickly, "Can you please unzip my dress?" I turn around. He runs a hand up my leg and I immediately feel my heart racing.

"You need help taking your clothes off?"

Feeling flushed by his hand on my thigh, I remark: "Well obviously." I feel him stand up, his hand dropping from my thigh, only to be replaced by his chest pressed against my back.
He moves my hair out of the way with a featherlight touch, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses thereafter against my neck and I swallow hard. I know what he's doing. Slowly, excruciatingly slow, he zips my dress down and it falls to the floor. However, I don't make an attempt to move as he continues to kiss my neck and I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the moment. The air crackles with tension and the only sounds that can be heard aside from the commotion outside is Danté and I's breathing along with my racing heart.

"You should get changed." He murmurs a moment later, stepping back and stopping the oh-so-sweet torture he was inflicting on me. I sigh in agitation. Two can play at this game. I see the gleam in his eyes when I turn around and I smirk, knowing that I have him by a thread.

"You're right. But I don't feel like wearing a bra tonight..." I reply innocently, unclipping my bra and throwing it to the side. Danté seems to struggle to not let his gaze wander and I smile smugly as my hands move to the thongs I have on. Slowly, I begin to peel them off. "In fact, I think should actually change my thongs too."

I've only gotten it over my hip bones when Danté has suddenly stood up and grabbed my hands, pressing himself against me and I can definitely feel the effect I have on him.

"That's not fair. At least leave something for me to take off of you." He murmurs, pressing more kisses along my neck. I look up, giving him more access.

Arching an eyebrow in thought, I push my hips into his and whisper: "and you teasing me was fair?" I tsk. His hands grip my hips tightly, hard enough to leave a bruise, and his lips brush against mine as he says:

"Are you asking me to do something?"

"I'm telling you do something."

Danté presses his lips against mine and I deepen the kiss as he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist before he takes me to the bed. He puts me down gently before breaking the kiss and working his mouth on my chest. My back arches and I moan.

"Danté," I whine. "Stop teasing me and take the damn thong off." He seems to ignore me and I can't help the moan that escapes me, "Please."

He looks up at me and the sight of him doing things to my body and then looking at me like that is enough to unravel me. All he offers is a naughty grin before I feel his hand slide up between my legs and push my thongs to the side.

"See. I don't need to take them off to make you feel good." He murmurs, meeting my mouth again. I struggle to concentrate on the kiss with all the pleasure going on but Danté just swallows my moans up, not stopping until I'm on the edge. When he pulls away, I'm heaving up and down and then I'm pushing him onto his back and sitting on top of him. He stares up at me with hooded eyes and although I'm tired, I find the energy to grind my hips against his. His face scrunches up and I smile.

"Not so fun huh?" I manage to get out and Danté's hands grip my hips harder before he opens his eyes again and joins me in grinding our hips against one another.

"I'm having the time of my life." His response is tense, raspy, and I grin at what I feel I'm doing to him. Pausing from my torture, I lift up and pull his sweats down, revealing his boxers and I bite my lip.

"We both have one thing left on. Who's going to take it off first?"

When I'm flipped back over, I get my response as Danté pulls my thongs off at a faster pace than necessary and I laugh.

"So impatient." I mutter and he still has the audacity to roll his eyes. His head disappears for a while and I'm almost certain it can't get any better with the way his tongue is so talented. But when I hear a wrapper and then he's actually making love to me, I realise that it can.

"Te amo, Amado." He grunts. He does it every time and I smile, my eyes watering from the overwhelming feeling of love.

"I love you too."

•••
So I'm incredibly nervous about the sex scene simply because it's the first one I've ever written for any of my stories. I hope it wasn't terrible and that you guys enjoyed it.
Anyway, how are we feeling about their little getaway?
I hope you're all staying safe during these weird times.

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