Page 57 of Triplet Babies for the CEO
She won’t slip away from me again.
I stop at club after club, searching for any sign of Jasmine, but every place I walk into is a dead end. Each time, the bouncers shake their heads or give me blank stares, and I’m starting to wonder if this is all a fool’s errand, when I finally reach a dingy little club on Fremont Street.
I stride up to the bouncer, showing him Jasmine’s social media profile. He squints at the picture but shakes his head and waves his hand. “You got any idea how many Jasmines work in this town?”
Frustration bubbles up, but I manage to keep my cool, gritting my teeth. “I’m looking forthisJasmine. Goes by Jazzmyn on social media.”
The bouncer’s eyes flicker with recognition. “Yeah, actually, I do know her. She dances at The Oasis Club.”
Relief and dread swirl together in my gut. I’ve finally got a lead. “The Oasis Club,” I repeat, trying to sound casual even as my heart pounds in my chest.
“Yeah,” he confirms, pointing down the street. “It’s not too far from here. It’s one of the nicer places, if you can get past the line.”
I thank him and turn back to the car, adrenaline pumping. I’m close now. Tasha is somewhere in this city, and I’m not leaving until I bring her back.
I check into my hotel suite, and it’s like walking into a palace. The room is breathtaking, opulent yet refined.
Floor-to-ceiling windows wrap around the space, offering a stunning 360-degree view of the city below as Vegas sprawls out beneath me, a sea of lights glittering against the darkening afternoon sky.
The suite itself is a masterpiece of luxury. Polished Italian leather couches curve elegantly around a low marble coffee table, their deep, rich scent filling the air. The walls are adorned with intricate frescoes, and towering marble pillars frame the entryway to the bedroom.
In the center of the room, a grand chandelier casts a soft, golden glow, making everything look as if it’s bathed in sunlight.
I wander into the bathroom, where a claw-foot tub sits by a window overlooking the city. The tiles are a mosaic of blues and golds, reflecting the lights of Vegas in a kaleidoscope of color and splendor.
I run a hand over the cool marble counter, trying to steady myself for a moment.
It’s only four in the afternoon, but I feel like the night can’t come fast enough.
I’ve got hours to kill before the dancers and bartenders emerge for their shifts, and every second feels like an eternity. I sit down on the leather couch, my thoughts racing.
I’ll find Tasha, no matter what it takes. She’s scared, she’s hurt, but I won’t let that be the end of our story.
I’ve made mistakes, but I’m not about to let her slip through my fingers without a fight.
Turning the plan over in my mind, I’m fine-tuning it like one of my construction projects. The club is my entry point.
If Tasha’s not there, Jasmine will be. She won’t get away without telling me where Tasha is hiding.
I’ll talk to Tasha, convince her that running away isn’t the answer. I need to make her see that we can face this together, that she doesn’t have to do it alone.
The years I raised Josh by myself, the sleepless nights, and all the sacrifices flicker through my mind.
I did it all without a second thought, but it was lonely, so damn lonely. I won’t let history repeat itself.
The thought of losing Tasha, of never knowing the child she’s carrying, twists my stomach into knots.
I can’t let that happen. This isn’t just about me anymore.
It’s about her, about our family.
I have to show her that I’m all in, that I can’t imagine a future without her in it.
Reaching into my pocket, my fingers closing around the small velvet box. I flip it open, revealing the ring inside.
It’s simple yet elegant: a solitaire diamond, classic and timeless. As I stare at it, a smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
Maybe this is rash, maybe it’s crazy, but I can’t think of any other way to show her just how serious I am. This ring is more than just a gesture. It’s a promise.
