Chapter 7 What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas

7:What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas

— 2 Years later —

<< Sophia >>

I step out of the shower and stand in front of the mirror. Water droplets slide my body. I try to recall Nikki's perfect body and compare myself with her. It's shameful that I still compare. But I cannot help it sometimes. I look as perfect as her now. I hope so…

But this fucking scar on my waist. It torments me. It reminds me of how I gave my life, my body, and a fucking kidney to Caleb and He handed me back his infidelity.

A woman can have everything but she still will long for love. Sometimes I feel pathetic for missing Caleb. Yea.. I miss him. Or his affection. Maybe anybody’s affection in general.

I sigh and walk towards the closet to find some nice clothes.

One thing has changed though. I do feel confident enough to walk around butt naked now. I have worked hard for this body and I am not afraid to show it off. I have built a new life for myself from scratch here and I am proud of myself. I don't need a man to tell me he is proud of me anymore.

I am bold, blessed, and beautiful.

I not only believe in this mantra now. I live it.

My phone rings and I see Lena's number on my screen.

She was the one who helped me with so many things. She is still my trainer, dietician, and my business partner.

"Hey, Gorgeous!"

Her boyfriend!

"Oh Hey, Jake... I was expecting Lena."

"Oh, yea she is late… As always… She asked me to drop you a message. She has secured a meeting with Noah. She is going to meet him in an hour. You want to tag along?"

My heartbeat quickens hearing his name. I founded a music production company when I came to New York City. I could do anything with the kind of money I got from My Contract husband.

Contract Husband… I call him M. It's easy. There is no way in hell I would call him my husband or hubby..

Nope!

I chuckle at myself.

I still don't know his first name. When he realized I had forgotten everything about our wedding night he had messaged me.

M: ‘Let's keep it this way.’

So I agreed.

Anyway… I decided to take a sum to start the business and keep the rest of the money aside. It was necessary to keep myself sane. Money can do evil things to you. Especially if you are not used to being this rich.

I took Lena and Jake in for partners as I needed tons of moral support. We have done fairly well for ourselves and have signed several new artists in the past two years.

“Did you say Noah?” I ask in disbelief.

He chuckles, “Yes! The very Noah!”

Noah He is the one who can change everything for us. To be honest, we can make his life better too. Our company has turned around many singers' lives.

"Yes... I will."

I still cannot believe Lena pulled this off. A meeting with freaking Noah Miller!

But Lena can pull off anything. She was the one who helped me to get my stuff from Los Angeles to New York.

I sometimes wonder how long it took Dad to realize I had emptied my house. Technically Lena did. Because I literally drove from California to New York in my car.

Yeah, I took a detour to Las-Vegas. and we all know what happened there.

But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!

and Who am I to deny that universal rule?

It was a three-day drive and a week in Vegas changed my life, gave me clarity, and seeded a plan for my future. That cursed city in California only gave me pain. I am much happier here.

"Wait, she is here. Talk to her,” Jake says and hands the phone to Lena.

" Hey Girl! What are you wearing?"

“Aahhh nothing….” yet. I am still browsing my closet to wear something perfect.

Jake howls from behind, “Phone is on speaker sweetie!”

I turn red.

Lena laughs and says, “Well wear something hot! We have to Sophie… We HAVE to sign this guy!”

I chuckle and nod. Yes, we have to.

“Don’t worry his jaw will drop!” I promise her picking a dress worthy enough.