Missed Connections Las Vegas Novels & Stories

The old man was stubborn, but Haruta was also as stubborn; I guess he saw the future in the business. At the end of the day, we agreed to continue the next day. Since we were in Las Vegas, Haruta decided to treat me. He took me to his casino where I met many beautiful women, and they were all in the VIP section. Haruta claimed they all signed non-disclosure agreements so whatever happened in the VIP section stayed in the VIP section. At long last, I could finally relax, but my peace was disrupted when my phone buzzed. I stared at the screen with mixed emotions. It was a message from Megan. It was short and straightforward: we need to talk, it read.

I said carefully, “there’s a chance I might see someone I know.” “I know. He’s actually missing you.” I didn't bother responding further. I smiled faintly at his words. Memories I had carefully pushed aside stirred quietly beneath the surface of my thoughts. Las Vegas had never been part of my plans. In fact, none of this had been part of my plans. But sometimes life had a strange way of pushing you exactly where you needed to be—whether you expected it or not. Perhaps coming here was merely a coincidence. Or perhaps it was an opportunity.

He snapped. Tensed, Damien 's gaze focused on busted knuckles on Christian’s tanned skin as that looked like he must have punched at a wall while at his office, a feeling of anger rolled off the latter as he hated the fact that his emotions were so transparent. “I am fine." He puffs out a smoke finally Damien would have gone on with asking but had a different thought as he fell all quiet. A phone beeped with a notification, and both men stared at the Reservation number that popped up on the screen, from De les Vegas, one of the most prominent restaurants in New York.

He doesn't even have a family; no friend, yet, he's this stinky rich. Somehow, I think he's been looking for a lady. I don't really know her or anything about her, but with how desperately he's been looking for her; I fear she's gonna be dead if he finds her. I went out to the balcony and joined the rest of the board members on the round table where they sat, awaiting Damon's arrival. "He'll be here soon" I said to them as I took my seat and one of them sighed. Hmph. They're so scared of seeing him.

A few feet away, my back against the banister. We sat in silence for a while. Outside, the Las Vegas morning was just starting to exist — the particular flat grey light before the sun came fully up and turned everything gold and dishonest. "I saw Elaine's missed calls last night," he said. "After the gala. When Sarah gave my phone back." I didn't say anything. "I called the hospital. They said a woman matching your description had been discharged." He paused. "They wouldn't tell me more because I apparently wasn't listed as your emergency contact anymore."

MARION I tossed my phone onto the leather seat of my SUV, jaw tightening as the city, Las Vegas, blurred past the window. I preferred to come in the morning because it’s much quieter in the casino as compared to nighttime. The flight is just an hour from LA, and I flew in my own jet. I hadn’t planned to call her. Hell, that’s not my thing. I've been thinking about her as soon as I jetted off from Los Angeles. The passionate kiss we shared is still lingering in my mind. Those soft pillow lips of hers.

Each arrival brought another team, hotel staff, or event organizers. Never Liam. Her breathing began to grow heavier. She grabbed her phone from the glass table and called him again. Once. Twice. Three times. None of the calls connected. Liam’s phone was off. Chatrine’s eyes widened. “What is this...” she whispered. She tried again. Still unavailable. Nearly ten calls, all failed. She covered her mouth with her hand, barely holding back a scream. How is this possible? “No... Liam would never turn off his phone at a time like this...” she whispered hoarsely.

A furrowed brow and a deep sigh accompanied Alexander's realization that any misstep could foil the plan to expose Megan's schemes once and for all. About to dial Kyle and call him into his office for an update, his door slammed open. Kyle barged in, and Alexander shot him a stern look. "You're exactly what I needed. What's taking so long with—" “Not now, Alexander. There's a more serious problem,'' Kyle interrupted, catching his breath. "What's going on?" Alexander asked with a furrowed brow. "Evelyn called me, they're having trouble in Las Vegas." A knot formed in Alexander's stomach upon hearing the news.

That made him return in the dead of the night to carry her to one of the rooms in the villa. He pushed it down, and turned sharply to a now silent Ethan. “How many more days do we have?” Ethan glanced down at the tablet, moved his finger across the screen. “Fifteen days.” Jason nodded. “Two days would cost us nothing. How's the reunion prep?” “Good. Mr. Hayes and others are quite thrilled at the prospect of having Mr. Knight present.” “And? The other thing I asked you to check?” “About that… I checked the list again. Ms. Vegas isn’t in any of the group chats. She’s not active on social media either, and she doesn’t seem to be in contact with any of your high school classmates. No one even me