Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
He nods. “Now, would you like a photographer?”
I look at Zoey. “Oh, yes!” Then she gasps, “I need a bouquet.”
“She needs a bouquet,” I tell the man, who tries not to smirk and just types something on his keyboard.
“I’m assuming it will just be the two of you?” he asks.
“Yup,” I confirm, tapping the counter, “just me and the wife.”
Zoey looks at me and giggles before she looks back down and continues filling out the form. I gasp, “We need rings.”
“Oh, I want a ring,” Zoey declares. “Do I get a ring?” She points at herself.
“You get two rings,” I tell her, and she looks at Curtis, smiling ear to ear.
“I get two.” She holds up two fingers. “Score.”
“The first thing we need to do is get you over to the courthouse,” Curtis informs us. “When you get back, I will have everything in your suite waiting for you.” He looks over at the door and gives the man standing there a chin up, and he comes rushing over. “I will also transfer everything from your rooms to the suite.”
“This is so easy,” Zoey says, tossing down the paper. “No wonder so many people get married in Vegas.”
“This man is going to take you to get your marriage license,” he says. “Once you present yourself with the paperwork and your government IDs, it should take fifteen minutes.” He hands me both licenses and the form, along with my credit card. “I will have someone here upon your return.”
“Ohh,” Zoey whispers, “we get to make out in the car.” She slides her hand in mine as I rush her out to the same SUV that picked us up. I toss the paper to the side before grabbing her face and pulling her to me. I don’t know how long it takes to get there, but we make out the whole time. We walk into the building, my eyes scanning for the sign. It takes us two minutes to hand in everything and then she tells us to take a seat.
“What type of ring do you want?” I ask, leaning and kissing her neck. I move up to her ear, sucking her lobe into my mouth. She gives me a soft moan. “I know what wedding band I’m getting you,” I tell her.
“Ohh,” she says, “I get to give you a ring also.”
“Anything you want, baby.” She leans in to kiss me, but the clerk calls our name. I walk up with her hand in mine and grab the paper before walking outside. The driver waits at the curb, and as soon as he sees us, he pops a bottle of champagne, making Zoey laugh. I stop moving to look at her. “I promise to make you laugh every single day of our lives.” She comes to me and puts a hand on my cheek. “Among other things.” She chuckles.
“Challenge accepted, Mr. Griffin.” She nips my lip before she tilts her head to the side and kisses me. “Let’s go get married,” she urges, walking down the steps toward the driver who is holding a full glass in one hand and waiting to fill the other. I grab the full one and hand it to Zoey while he fills the second glass. “We need to toast.”
I hold up my glass. “To the best night of my life.”
“Our life,” she corrects me, clinking my glass before downing her whole glass of champagne. I shake my head, finishing my own before we get back into the car. She turns to me when I get into the seat, her hands going to my face. “I have a secret,” she whispers, looking into my eyes and smiling big as she says it. “I’ve wanted to make out with you all night long.” I don’t bother answering her. Instead, I lean in and wait for her to bend her head to mine, my tongue ready for hers when she slides it into my mouth. The sweetness from the champagne is all over it, and this kiss is more needy than the ones we had driving over here.
When we return to the hotel, Curtis waits for us in the lobby with a woman beside him dressed almost the same, but instead of pants, she’s wearing a skirt. “Mr. and future Mrs. Griffin,” he greets us, “we have everything waiting for you.” I reach into my inside pocket and hand him the marriage certificate. “Claudette will take you to your room and get everything ready. Elvis will be here within an hour, whenever you are ready.”
We follow Claudette up to the suite. “Welcome to the penthouse suite,” she announces, opening the door for us. I see balloons that fill the whole ceiling as soon as we walk past the wet bar and powder room. “Mr. Smith will help with your rings.” She points at the man sitting at the dining room table with a black tablecloth on the surface and rings all over it.