Stella's P.O.V
"How much longer are you staying in Vegas?" Jasper asks me. As of right now, I was sitting with him as my friends were souvenir shopping. They said they just wanted something funny.
"Till tomorrow," I told him.
"Can you stay longer?" Jasper asked me.
"No. I only packed clothes for two days," I told him.
"Stay longer. I'll have you go shopping today and we can talk about our agreement," Jasper told me.
"I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure my friends will be worried about me," I told him.
"I'll make sure you get home safely," Jasper told me.
"Let me talk to them and I'll talk to you," I told him.
"Alright. You have my number and I have yours," Jasper told me. I nodded as my friends came back.
"Stella, Jasper, are you guys ready to go?" Sonya asked.
"Yeah. We're ready," I nodded.
"I kinda want to go gambling. We should do that," Sonya said.
"Why don't you guys come to my hotel? You girls can gamble there and I'll have a car for you to go back to your hotel in," Jasper said.
"That would be fun. Thank you, Jasper," I said.
"I'm liking your husband right now, Stella," Mallory told me.
"Well back off, he's mine," I joked. Jasper chuckled at me, causing my attention to go to him.
By the time we made it to his hotel, the girls went to some of the machines while I sat in the table having a drink.
"You don't gamble?" Jasper asked, sitting next to me.
"No."
"How come?"
"I prefer to drink," I told him.
"Drinking the memories away?" Jasper questioned.
"Yup," I told him.
"Rough backstory?"
"You can say that," I shrugged.
"You want to share with your husband?" Jasper smiled. I looked over at him before smiling.
"Maybe some other time," I told him.
"Okay."
After the girls had gambled, we went back to the hotel where I needed to tell them the news. I leaned against the wall as they sat down.
"Jasper wants me to stay for a little bit longer," I told them.
"Why?" Sarah asked.
"To talk about this marriage thing," I answered.
"I thought you were okay with this," Mallory told me.
"I am. I just want to lay some ground rules. I mean, this was a drunken mistake," I told them.
"So you're not going home with us?" Daisy asked.
"No. I'll be fine here. I promise," I told them.
"If you're going to stay here, at least contact us every once in a while so we know you're alive," Sarah said.
"This doesn't feel safe," Daisy told me.
"It's probably only for a day," I told her.
"Promise me that you'll come home with no bruises or hickeys," Daisy told me.
"Daisy!" I said in shock.
"Promise me," Daisy repeated.
"I promise," I said, raising my hand up.
"Thank you."