What Happens In Vegas Book Free Novels & Stories

"What about Vegas? Did you get to see the sights? Meet any interesting people?" I fiddled with the edge of her blanket. "Not really. Mostly stuck in meetings about the new development project. Spreadsheets and blueprints don't leave much time for fun." "Oh, come on," Hazel groaned. "You were in Sin City, and all you did was work?" I smiled, remembering the casino floor. "I did try my hand at blackjack. Actually, won a decent amount." I twisted a strand of hair around my finger, hoping they wouldn't press for details about exactly how much - or who taught me.

Alex’s POV I hate Vegas but somehow I am always in the heart of the city for one business meeting or the other. The thing about Vegas is, it always smells like desperation. Cheap perfume, stale whiskey, and the electric hum of bad decisions waiting to happen. I should be used to it by now, from the relentless noise, the synthetic glitz, the way time folds in on itself when you’re drowning in too many flashing lights down to the hollow promises. But here I am again, standing in a room full of overeager tech bros and recycled sales pitches, nursing a drink I don’t want and counting the hours until I can get the hell out of here. All while keeping a neutral face of course

I have to brace for impact and hope no one walks away with a broken bone or worse — a broken heart. The sky is dark and many of the apartment lights have shut off for the evening. This end of the city away from the strip feels weird as well. There are no bright glowing lights and nobody is pumping in the sounds of coins hitting on slot machine trays. They moved to audio equipment to create the same feel of winning for people even though all the slot machines in Vegas now work on a credit system. You put in your money, but all you get out is a slip of paper that tells your fortune. But there is no slot machine in the small rental car Huxley and I picked up from the Las Vegas airport. The only

with Seth and Pax standing over me. When the results pop up, I can only shake my head. “What’s a brothhhhh llllll brooo hell? Brottth…” Hannah trails off, and I didn’t even realize she was looking at the screen too. “It’s a casino and brothel, in Nevada,” Pax says, reading some more. Hannah scoffs and turns, merely an inch from my face. “Well that’s just fucking typical,” Hannah whispers.

This was the way things were always meant to be. According to mom, she and dad have had beginner's luck when it comes to gambling and making the big bucks, and the following week of their stay in the hotel they chose is now free of charge. I can't wait to get to Vegas and try my hand at a bit of gambling after Emberly, and I are married, of course. Emberly and I have checked out the numerous events during our two-week stay, though, so there won't be much time for gambling, but still. It also helps that we are both twenty-one now, so wine and beer will not be a problem.

Malfoy Zacob had flown to Las Vegas, stayed for a night, and returned the next day after completing his job. Las Vegas was known as the ‘Entertainment Capital of the World,’ and everyone wanted a piece of it. More than anything, casinos flourished over here. Levian, who knew the potential of businesses in this city, had maintained good networking with people here, owning the majority of shares in important shopping malls and casinos.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Without thought and looking for his approval, I answered his inquiry, "Yes, Dad. Right. To us being in Vegas." I knew at some point I needed clarity on what was going on here. Was he being fun and affectionate, or was he the ruthless, corporate man my mother described? I could not envision him expecting me to do anything inappropriate with him, but if he had been any other man, I would have run away from him hours ago. I walked over to the windows to try and think through how to ask him what was going on without upsetting him. I kept thinking, 'What if he does want to be intimate with me? How would I even begin to handle a situation like that?" My

Monalisa POV. Awesome! I was having a great night. Ethan took me to a nice bar in the heart of the city. One of the Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas, MGM Resorts. We stayed in their BetMGM Sportsbook and lounge. It was a beautiful place. Not too luxurious and not too small-scale. Right in the middle where the food and drinks were affordable for everyone. The entertainment was insane. It mainly anchored a sports bar & lounge, it also had LED video walls, dozens of TV screens, and 23 video poker machines.

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.

"Do you have any strange feelings?" Elias is a very observant person; there's nothing I realize he's not, but Elias is always very calm. Looking at this man's eyes, I feel nothing can shake him. Yes, even if the sky falls. "This is a hotel in disguise. What it does is not bedrooms but black gambling." Elias took off his shirt and imparted knowledge to me. "Black gambling is just regular gambling, but what's worth mentioning about it is the betting level. They all bet on whatever it is worth or their lives. In particular, this place does not discriminate between guests; no matter what pack or person comes, they are warmly welcomed."