What Happens In Vegas Last Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m in Vegas. Do I know what time it is in New York? Yes, of course I do – it’s time to shut the fuck up and listen carefully. “Neil, there’s a massive sex scandal that’s going to break tonight, and you’re going to want the star player on the show tomorrow. There’s a billionaire with his pants down, blackmail’s involved, and there will be lots and lots of pictures of boobies, which I know is right up your alley.”

A whole new promising future. And all that because a one-night-stand did not go as it should have.

Taking one of the blankets and a pillow, I casted one last look at her and walked out of the room. We arrived Arizona at night the next day. The flight back had been a very quiet one. No conversations, just everyone being in their own space. A lot had happened on the trip that i considered it to be one of our worst vacations ever. I was thankful that we were back, Belle and I no longer had to share the same room and pretend to be a happily wedded couple. Looking at her door as I walked pass to alight the stairs, it was shut making me wonder what the hell she was always doing inside.

Roth’s tea had gone completely cold now, as there was no steam rising from it. “If only …” Roth stopped mid sentence, as he realized the haunting ambience of what he was not about to say. The deafening silence of Roth’s incomplete sentence muffled everything between them. Roth’s finger stopped circulating around the cup, Tristan tore his gaze away from Roth’s finger and the cup - a trance was broken. Both of them suddenly remembered how things in Vegas had ended. Roth stood up, his cup now completely cold and still full, “I should probably leave.” Tristan stood up after him and nodded his head, “I’ll get you one of my coats from inside.”

We continue with small talk until he asks the question I've been dreading. "How's the pack?" I tense and take a deep breath in as stress floods my body. The meetings we had coming flooding back to my mind. "It's still not looking good. The rogues are back and they're stronger than ever." My dad lays back and looks to the ceiling. "Dad don't worry about it. I'm handling things. I was just in California and Oregon meeting with some other packs to help us out. I got a woman named Victoria to come back with me. She was captured by the rogues and managed to escape. She heard a lot of things while she was there and wants to help us out," I let him know.

It all came crashing to an end ten days later in Vegas. The last two concerts of the tour took place there, at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. The first show was an incredible success. At least something about those last few days was. Things really started to go south during the last band meeting, just hours before the final performance. I didn’t know it until everyone was assembled in the penthouse suite, but everybody was planning to go their separate ways after Vegas. Take some time off, then join back up two months later to begin recording their third album.

" Will took the ticket from the table and bestowed it to Din. "Don't worry about it; you'll be back tomorrow morning. It's just a party, and you can drink whenever and whatever you want. It's a place where you'll feel more at ease." "Vegas?" Din examined the ticket in his hand. He considered how nice it would be if he could leave LA for just one night and get drunk in Vegas to get his mind off things. "Say it a little louder." Williams let out a sigh. "Vegas!" Din yelled.

“Don’t worry about work. We will be back tomorrow morning. It’s just one night. You can drink as much as you want and forget about everything for a few hours. Vegas is exactly what you need right now.” “Vegas?” Din stared at the ticket, turning it over in his hands. The idea of leaving LA for one night, getting drunk, and escaping his problems sounded dangerously tempting. “Say it louder,” Will teased with a sigh. “Vegas!” Din finally shouted. “Yes!” Will punched the air. “Let’s get out of here.” He slid off his stool, grabbed his coat, and snatched Din’s car keys from the table. “I will drive. Come on, come on!”

Kylie's POV "Vegas!!!" I ran and hugged him from behind with a smile on my face, "How are you?" My hands locked on his tummy while my body pressed against his back. "How was last night?" Vegas asked without reacting and I pulled away from him. "It was fine, just there were bed bugs and other inserts, I was uncomfortable, like a 7-star hotel," I complained bitterly. I felt bad lying to Vegas, he didn't deserve this.

The night became a canvas for shared stories, laughter, and unexpected connections. As the clock ticked toward the early hours of dawn, Viktor proposed a final toast to the unforgettable night. The clinking of glasses resonated in the quiet lounge, a symbol of the transient nature of their encounter. The night had woven a tapestry of experiences—moments of abandon on the dance floor, introspective conversations on the rooftop, and the shared laughter in the secluded lounge. As the club gradually emptied, Serena couldn't shake the feeling that this night had left an indelible mark, a chapter in her life that would linger in her memories.