NancyLas VegasThat morning, I felt an urgency to talk to my son; I really missed him and Amber, who was studying fashion in New York. The last time I had spoken to her, she had pressured me to return to the Mortons' house, to Bruce and the life I led there; she had ignored the fact that I was hurt and resentful for finding out about Bruce's betrayal; she was a little selfish in caring just with her image on social media, no matter how hard she was working on it, I was also human and had my rights. However, I wasn't mad at her; she was my daughter after all, and it was kind of my fault that she had become a spoiled and arrogant girl. My children's father made them live immersed in so much luxury and perks that naturally my children ended up acquiring all this arrogance. I felt guilty because as their mother, I had to be stronger and show my children the real side of life so that they could grow up knowing that they should treat people well, and be more condescending and kind to thos

NancyAt that moment, when Jake and I were still hugging each other facing the High Roller, lost in our own thoughts and fears, my cell phone rang. When I checked who it was, I saw that it was Bruce. I sighed and looked at Jake. “It is Bruce; I need to talk to him to see if he'll let Peter come here,” I told him, pointing to the cell phone. He nodded. “Of course, you can talk to him,” he replied. I walked away from him a little while answering the cell phone. “Hello, Bruce.”“Is it true that you want Peter to go to Las Vegas?” he asked. “Yes, I miss him, and he misses me,” I replied. “You know I can’t allow my son to go there, right?” he said, already making me sigh in disgust. “And why not, Bruce?”“If you want to see your son, then come back to Denver. Besides, your anger at me is already getting too long; It's high time you came back here,” he said without any qualms. “Bruce, you have to clear one thing up. I'm not going back there; There's nothing good for me there except P

AmberAs agreed, I went to the mall to meet my girl friends, a bunch of girls who led lives similar to the life I led. They were Trisha, Millie, and Haley, my three friends who participated in my life. They were all influencers too, but they all had smaller followers compared to me, although they all had more than a million followers. For example, Haley, a pretty redheaded girl with light eyes who created lifestyle digital content, had 3.5 million followers; Millie, the dark-haired girl with a pretty face who was a model, also had 2.9 million followers; and Trisha, a brunette girl beautiful and standard who worked on local television stations as an actress, had an impressive milestone of 4.5 million followers, but even she couldn't surpass me. I smiled at them after getting out of the car when I saw them waiting for me. They smiled back at me and waved, so I could join them, but I knew they were all fake motherfuckers who hated me more than anything; they hated me because success eas

AmberThe restaurant Kris took me to was a five-star restaurant on the top floor of a luxury hotel; those were the kinds of places we used to go to. He and I didn't say much until we arrived at the table we reserved in the VIP area of ​​the restaurant. We sat down and ordered the menu. Moments later, he was sipping his wine, looking everywhere but at me. "When did this happen?" I asked him after a while; he had to explain to me properly what was happening. “She told me a few days ago that she was pregnant,” he replied with his head down. He knew that we would be in big trouble if this woman decided to reveal that to the media. I sighed, knowing that I was going to be stressed about that subject. “But how did you let this happen, Kris? Who in the 21st century gets pregnant without wanting to?” I was exasperated. Why did he insist on getting me in trouble? “Contrary to what you think, I took precautions, okay? I took all the necessary precautions, but the condom broke...” he confess

NancyMoments later, he and I were lying in bed with only the blankets covering our bodies; our bodies lazily intertwined with each other as we talked and smiled passionately at each other. “Why is your hand so big, Jake?” I asked him with our palms touching each other; His hand was twice as big as mine, making me look very small. “It is because you’re little,” he replied, tickling my nose while giggling mischievously. I grimaced, wrinkling my nose at the tickle, and laughed. "Stop it; I’m not that small,” I told him, my lips ending up forming a sly pout. “For me, you are smallie, my little doll,” he replied, kissing my lips tenderly, making my heart almost explode with happiness. It was just so good to be with him like this while everything seemed peaceful; he was able to bring so much tranquility and peace into my life that it was almost impossible to describe. “You must really be very in love with me to trade your vacation to be with me,” I teased him. “I think the cupid of l