Vegas?
If you were in love, would you get married in Vegas?
I suppose I’m cynical. At thirty-four years old, I’ve never had the will or the reason to get wed. But then I’ve never been in love either.
I’ve liked a few girls, but I’m not the type of guy who buys into marriage and shit. I should, it could change my life. But hell, I still can’t do it.
“We should go to a strip club later,” Hunter says.
I groan.
This is only day two of my friends’ so-called ‘success party.’ They’ve secured the biggest contract of their lives. It changes everything for them, from being multimillionaires to business billionaires. Individually, the brothers are worth half a billion each.
“Jeez, you’re boring. This is supposed to be a celebration,” he continues.
Unfortunately, for these celebrations, they want to include the less savory of Vegas.
Casinos I can deal with, strippers and shitty nightclubs aren’t my scene. I’m more the relaxed type of guy rather than wanting to hang out with crazy drunk people, and the reason that I’m still sober.
Perhaps tonight, I’ll feign illness the moment they want to leave for the debauchery.
Though, I wouldn’t mind peeling her clothes off. The quieter one of the four women I saw walk in. The one I’m sure looked my way.
As I gaze at her face, my eyebrows lift, and a small smirk forms at the corner of my lips.
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Harvey whispers in my ear, obviously noticing me ogling the woman.
That’s when I realize I have another five days of putting up with the Gold brothers and their roguery.
I take a sip of my drink and ignore him.
“Missing New York already,” Harvey slurs, slapping an arm around my shoulder as I glance her way again. “There’s nothing in New York for you. Have a little fun... loosen up, Jack.”
He’s right. There’s nothing in New York but my job, an apartment overlooking the park, and... yeah, that’s about it. But it’s all I want, and all I’ve ever needed.
It dawns on me that I am fixated on her, but it appears she might be returning my intense gaze.
Then she looks away.
Chapter 3
Amber
After being chastised by Bree, who won’t let us take a nap, apparently ‘we’re in Vegas for five days and we are going to make the most of it.’
“Get showered and ready,” she shouts again, like we are the two unruly children she looks after.
“Please God, let me wake up in New York,” I grumble.
“I know,” Jade groans. “Did you know she’s so bossy?”
“I’m sure she never used to be.”
Once I am showered and dressed, I carefully tuck my room key into my purse, ensuring it is secure. I have an intuition that I might require it later tonight. I’m expecting for Bree to do something else to secure the winnings. She is probably already plotting an over-the-top idea that I’d rather not contemplate.
I remind myself to let loose and forget about the bet, focusing on having a good time. Bree is sure to succeed. There’s no doubt about it. The energy is palpable as we make our way back to the casino, with Bree buzzing with excitement. With each bounce on her feet, she eagerly awaits the doors of the elevator to open onto the bustling casino floor.
“I’m going to spend some of my bonus,” she says with a wink. “Then I might spend my winnings.” She laughs as she hurries off and heads to a free slot machine.