Que Paso En Las Vegas Novels & Stories

For what, Cadence didn’t know, but she was certain she’d find out soon enough. Despite the fact that she looked like she’d fallen into one of the famous Bellagio fountains, no one paid her any attention as Cadence and Aaron made their way to the elevator. Thank goodness anything was acceptable in Vegas. Even the other people on the elevator with them said nothing about her dripping all over the carpet.

With a few quick moves, I fixed my appearance into something presentable. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the resort, the warm sun immediately hitting my face. The vibrant energy of Las Vegas pulsed all around me, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. I'd never been here before, and everything felt larger than life.

Victor put the finishing touches on his presentation, and, satisfied with the result, sat back in his chair. The upcoming trip to Las Vegas was a critical turning point for him, personally and professionally, and he couldn’t leave anything to chance. His plans of expanding his empire were still a secret, but he knew that the Las Vegas Strip would be the place to start if he wanted to make an entrance people would notice.

The night before Vegas feels totally strange. Not nervous, strange. Not exactly. Just… It’s a heavy pressure-like feeling. Like standing at the top of a hill, knowing once you take the first step, there is no turning around. Tomorrow, we fly out to Las Vegas. Tomorrow, race week starts. Tomorrow, all the plans will stop being ideas and start becoming real. I’ve already done my packing. Actually, I did it first thing this morning. Not because I was organized. But because I am terrified.

I shuddered at his description and shook my head before looking out the window “I’ll take you to a few places that you might like. They won’t be too crowded and you’d be able to at least enjoy having a decent meal at one of the restaurants. If you’re interested in bars, I can take you to one” “So, all you basically do at Vegas is go to bars, clubs, or restaurants?” I asked. Elijah chuckled and shook his head at my question “there isn’t anything that we can legally do without losing our heads, minds, or money on?” “Ever heard of the saying ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?’” *************************** “So, this club is yours?” I asked.

“Call me when you want us to go back to the car.” Greg nodded then we finished eating and soon Ryder and I were on our way. "So... where you wanna go first?" Ryder asked quietly before walking around me and beginning to push me to the elevator. I shrugged, feeling like this was the best opportunity to annoy the straight out of Ryder and keep my mind occupied from today’s appointment. So I looked around and smirked. "Victoria Secret." “Isn’t that a lingerie shop?” “Yes, but not only. They also have perfumes and other stuff.” I said smartly, pretending to know what I talked about. I’ve never been in a Victoria Secret or a Sephora before. I had more of a bad boy gay avatar than a makeup artist

Melody’s POV I don’t remember making the decision to walk to the chapel. One minute I’m at the hotel bar with a stranger who stares at me like I'm his next meal and the next I’m stumbling down the Strip, wedding dress snagging on the sidewalk, my champagne bottle now replaced with whiskey still clutched in my hand. Vegas is a ball of neon colors and poor decisions, and tonight I fit right in.

I decide to lead the three of us throughout the extremely large and luxurious lobby, ignoring different stares that we were receiving as I follow the many signs directing us towards the beach club. Once we finally reach the outside area we are accompanied by a large line of people waiting to reach the restricted party area. "Fuck. Do we have to be on a guest list to get into here too? What's the point of being in Vegas if you can't even get into the good clubs?!" Jovana bitches. I bring myself out of the line before looking out to the front where I see security checking purses and ID's. A small sense of relief washes over me as I didn't want to be turned away after we just walked all the way

We were in Vegas after all. As we walked around the slots, I could tell that she was confused. She kept looking at the Double Diamond machine as if the rules were written in a different lan-guage; complete bewilderment written all over her face. Shit, she looked sexy hot. She was straining to read the winning rules line by line, ignoring the waitress that came by with more champagne. I just grabbed one and watched her. This was supposed to be fun, but the look on her face made it seem as if it was more painful than fun.

No conditions, Just have fun. I paused for a second, my thoughts whirling. After all, this was Vegas, a city designed for rash decisions. "Are you serious?" My voice was hardly more than a whisper when I asked. "Yes," he said, bending in closer. "Don't anticipate anything. Only tonight. After that, I released myself. With my heart pounding and my anticipation growing with each step, I went with him to the lift. The atmosphere between us was crackling with desire by the time we arrived at his suite.