[Fiona's POV]
People around ran to help me up, while I saw this woman look at me before grinning, pulling away from the hug.
"Oh… sorry, I didn't mean to do that, you are rather weak," she teases before laughing mockingly.
"Who the f*ck are you and what the hell did you do to my girlfriend?" Heath seethes, baling his fists angrily.
She is definitely not expecting this reaction from him, because she jumps back, terrified.
"Heath, it's me, Mimi, you can't say you forgot me," she reasons, "I…. I was just too excited to see you. I didn't mean to hurt her."
"Mimi, from where? I don't know any Mimi," Heath says, "and please refrain from manhandling me again, or there will be hell. Matter of fact, I am surprised you are still alive after hurting my girlfriend."
I chuckle evilly. Heath had a past. I knew that when I met him, but his past had nothing to do with me, so this woman had no right to try and bully me.
"Can we not waste our energy, darling? I was about to win," I teased, not paying attention to her.
This clearly bothers her, because she blocks my path, extending her hand.
"My name is Mimi Ronan, Heath, and I have a bit of a history," she is completely flirty with the last word.
"Good for you," I tell her, passing her, not even shaking her hand because she is not worth it.
"Shall we?" Heath says, ignoring her as well.
"My father has been looking forward to seeing you again, Heath. You talked about buying his hotel last time."
Since the personal provocation didn't work, she is not trying business.
"I am sure Mr. Ronan has my number, Miss Ronan. Please enjoy your night. Matter of fact, I hope your night is filled with nothing but misfortunes because of pushing my girlfriend."
"Oh…." She says, shocked. Her entourage, who were witnessing all this, didn't seem angry at all; in fact, they seemed amused.
Getting better friends should be first on her list, because the way they want to laugh at her misfortune right now shows they are nothing but fakes.
"Wasn't that a bit mean?" I whispered, worried.
"Not mean enough," she replies, whisking me away from the slot machines, "Let us try our luck on the poker table."
The night goes by very pleasantly, no signs of Mimi Ronan or her entourage, we win quite a sum of money, and we watch the sun set while having dinner at the rooftop restaurant.
"I love you so much," he whispers in my ear.
"I love you too," I whispered back, and he smiled brightly before passionately kissing me.
"You think we will be charged with public indecency if I take you here?"
I rolled my eyes. This man acts like an animal in heat. "One would think you are trying to get me pregnant."
"That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Imagine mini Fiona giving everyone the Lennon fist," he teases.
"Are you absurd? I will not get pregnant unless I am married."
He shoots me a mischievous grin, and I know he is thinking of something even more ridiculous.
"We are not too late to do it, we are in Vegas, and there are many chapels that would love to help us with this."
"No, we are not getting married just yet," I put my foot down.
This man doesn't know when to quit, doesn't he? He is still looking at me, and when our gazes meet, he looks even hungrier.
"Do you think if we are drunk, you will still be singing the same tune?"
"Yes," I say firmly, "you are consenting to this, right?"
"To what exactly, Heath?"
"We are going to start drinking. If you still don't want to get married while drunk, you win; if not, we get married."
"You are one insane man, you know that?"
He just smiles. Being competitive always gets me in trouble. "Game on, Heath Duncan."