VEGAS follows you home by Sadie Grubor

eaten all day." She eyes me before disappearing down the hall toward the bedrooms.
    With Mercedes out of earshot, I finally turn to face Erik.
    "We need to talk." I sit down on the dark stained chair.
    "We've talked enough," he grinds out, his jaw tight.
    "We still need time away from each other. It's too soon to come over like this and you know it. I still need—"
    "Olivia, just be my friend, okay?" Erik rubs his forehead, frustration wrinkling his face.
    Just as I prepare to argue, there's an unexpected knock at my door.
    "Who could that be?" Erik asks, standing.
    I beat him to the door and begin to open it.
    "Heck, it better be Publisher's Clearing House with a million dollar check right about now, or I’m kicking someone's butt for…what are you doing here?"
    My stomach plummets and swallowing is suddenly impossible, not to mention the inability to breathe.
    "Sorry, not Publisher's Clearing House." His smile is dark, yet seductive. "However, I could technically write you a million dollar check."
    Before me, standing devilishly handsome with his flawless skin, dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, and lips I knew were firm and sensual, is the sole source of my current high blood pressure.
    "What," I gasp, barely able to form the word. "What are you doing here? How do you know where I—?"
    "Come now, Olivia, did you think I would just ignore these?" He held up a thick manila envelope.
    The annulment papers.
    "Actually, I was hoping you wouldn't ignore them. I’m hoping you signed and initialed in the appropriate places." Crossing my arms over my chest, I stand firm. "So, you can just return those to my lawyer."
    "I guess you still don't realize our situation. Oh, and I'm sure your lawyer doesn't want to deal with me or my legal team." He stands, self-assured, waiting for my reaction.
    I open my mouth to tell the psycho to get off my property when Erik interrupts.
    "Who's this?" Rounding the door, Erik narrows his eyes on Damon.
    The two men lock on each other, Damon looking amused with a bit of menace gleaming in his eyes. His broad shoulders square as he straightens to his full height.
    "Who might this be?" Damon directs the question to me.
    "I'm Erik, her boyfriend. And you are?"
    I snap my head toward Erik before turning fully to face him. I'm about to tell him to stand down when Damon's arm snakes around my body, his hand shooting out toward Erik. I jump, surprised by the move.
    "I'm Damon Knyght, Olivia's husband," he replies, smugness entering his voice. I look over my shoulder at him. By the anger flaring in his eyes, it’s clear his words were meant to hurt.
    Groaning, I drop my head into my hands. Erik growls, bringing my head back up. Two large men fighting in my home is the last thing I need. Plus, Damon has at least four inches on Erik and a dark anger simmering underneath. I don't want Erik to get hurt.
    "Look, it's late." I turn, facing Damon now. "You should go." His eyes tear away from Erik to meet mine. "And you can contact my lawyer if you want to discuss the annulment."
    I try to shut the door, but Damon's arm holds it open.
    "We need to talk. There are things you need to understand," he says with determined emphasis.
    "It can wait—"
    "Momma!"
    I spin around at the sound of my son's scampering feet, panic tingling my belly. Alex rushes to me, wraps his chubby arms around my leg, and squeezes.
    "Liv, that boy is crazy in the tub. How the heck do you not end up drenched when you—" Mercedes stops at the end of the hall, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. She looks from me to Erik, back to me, to Damon, and then back to Erik. "Erik, we should go."
    "No," I almost shout. "Damon was just leaving."
    "I'm not going anywhere until we talk." His voice is casual, stoic.
    "She said she doesn't want you here, asshole!" Erik shouts.
    Putting my hand on Erik's chest, I stop his progression toward Damon.
    "Calm down. Alex is right there."
    Erik's hand comes up and covers mine against his chest.
    "You can kick