Novel What Happens In Vegas の小説・ストーリー

"I don't even fucking know her!" "Oh wow, Mr. Reid." The man smirks. "Don't tell me you want to start playing dumb now." "I don't know her!" I emphasize. "She's just a one-night stand I had, and when I met her today, she said she was in trouble and asked for my help!" "One-night stands in vegas are dangerous, Mr. Reid you never know where they might lead you." Hailey was now banging her fists on the glass. Water was already above her waist.

what happened while you were in Las Vegas. First of all after the gig you haven't been sober since. You entered one of the best casinos in town and then you chained rounds of alcohol like never before! And you told me that you felt too rich for a 23-year-old! You've decided to spend $1 million just for this weekend. You got yourself a Streep-tease with girls dressed up as policemen who were pretty good dancers by the way. You jumped off a cliff naked. Then after you went to play in the wheel of fortune and you won 2 million dollars you were very angry because all things considered you didn't spend anything at all of the 1 million dollars on the contrary you even have 1 million profits. You'v

How many other women are there? Birth control? If the men are paying thousands for a night with a woman, they can afford to bring a condom. Although, if these men are anything like Carter Trescott, they’re probably gonna tell me how wearing latex gives them anaphylactic shock. I open the message that has just pinged through on my phone—the location of the event. Typing the address into my search engine, I contemplate how much gas I’m gonna have to put into the car tomorrow. Vegas really is a shithole, full of criminals and shady businessmen trying to make money illegitimately. Even well-known establishments have something to hide.

His eyes searched around fervently through the hazy lights, causing Vegas to move slightly in his car to avoid locking eyes directly with him. He heard footsteps a bit later as Autumn disappeared into the building. He sat upright, watching a lit window on the third floor until bright lights flickered on. A pretty simple life, easy to infiltrate. Satisfaction spread across Vegas’s face as he leaned back in the driver’s seat. He already knew what tomorrow’s move would be. The game had officially begun, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

***** Thirteen hours later, Catherine was now getting dressed for their Vegas sleepless getaway as Jane and Chelsea got dressed in their luxurious hotel room, courtesy of her two friends, while the hot stranger on the plane was forgotten. Earlier, upon arriving at her destination, Catherine went inside her best friend's room with irritation thrumming through her veins. "Chelsea, Jane, guess what happened to me on the way here?" "I don't care what happened to you, girl, but we need to get dressed now. We are here to enjoy and not to lament your never-ending observation of everything. Vegas s*x and the boys are waving and we are getting laid here." Chelsea replied, the most elegant, beautiful,

Cassandra’s POV A jack hammer. I was pretty sure there was a jack hammer inside my head, pounding away from the inside of my skull. I opened my eyes but then shut them immediately. It was too bright. Where the hell was I? My head was throbbing and my stomach felt sick. My mouth was pasty, my tongue thick. I opened my eyes again, more slowly this time. The Venetian bedroom came into view. Right. I was in Las Vegas. At Stella’s Bachelorette party.

Not an apology, not an explanation, not even an acknowledgment that he'd destroyed something beautiful tonight. The screen blurred as tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over. I wiped them away angrily, refusing to break down in the middle of a crowded club. Around me, Vegas pulsed with life and possibility. People laughed and danced and fell in love and made mistakes they'd laugh about tomorrow. The city promised that anything could happen, that reinvention was always possible, that sometimes the best stories started with the worst nights. But all I felt was alone. I was about to put my phone away when a shadow fell across the table. I looked up, expecting to see Blake returning wit

I think to myself as I laugh as I follow the path Faye has taken to get to Vegas. But I have a bigger problem of needing to find out who she is meeting in Vegas. Las Vegas is crawling with mafia, bikers, undesirables, and people from all over the world there for a vacation. So if they ditch the car, it will be like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Whisked me away to Vegas… got me embroiled in a national sex scandal… broken my heart… and then made it whole with a surprise wedding proposal. Add to that a shooting, a bunch of intrigue with his horrible, rotten, no-good, very bad family, and a psychopathic ex… and you have the last year of my life. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Off in the distance, I saw the helicopter. I retreated to the edge of the building and gave it plenty of room to set down on the landing pad. Even then, the wind whipped around me like a hurricane, and threatened to blow my skirt up past my waist.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Thankfully, Reagan drove her car to the cabin so we gassed up the car and we were off to Vegas, thankfully we didn't stay too far away, the drive took us a total of about four hours. I understand why some people refer to this place as the city that never sleeps, I mean it's about eleven at night when we arrive and it looks like the city is just starting to get into the groove if you know what I mean. “Where are we going to find a chapel?” Reagan asks me. “I'm sure there's one around here, I mean apart from the gambling, shot gun weddings is what this place is known for.” I tell her. “Yeah.” She says as she looks out the window.