°What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas💎👠

~Paige~

"Are you ready?" Alex asked on our way to the casino.

"Yes but I'm a bit nervous."

"You can do it, I believe in you."

"Dylan doesn't," I murmur.

"He does. He's just worried-"

"Worried that I'd mess it up?" I questioned, annoyed.

"Worried that he'd put you in trouble."

"Oh," I said as I smiled, giddiness filling my body.

"You're really special to him. I've never seen him like this."

"Really?"

"He likes you even though he doesn't admit it."

I was never sure he liked me this way or he cared for me this much, and his best friend telling me this just gave me some kind of feeling, a mixture of happiness, excitement and some kind of feeling I couldn't explain.

I really did want us to work out, but I feel like that if we finally did, we'd get bored of each other. I don't see myself as the kind of person that goes to the movies, or does things that couples do, I'm the one that's up for exciting, dangerous things.

"I'm scared that when we finally say it we'd get bored. It'll feel like it's the end. Like when we do say it, we'd lose each other, drift apart and it won't be fun anymore. And I don't want to lose him even though I really want to be with him."

He laughed, shaking his head, "that's... some thinking."

"It's like I can't even put to words what I feel. I'm scared of realizing how much I want him and not being able to hold back."
"Don't tell him any of this... please," I pleaded.

"Of course. Your secret is safe with me."

••••••

I stepped into the hall, it was the first time that I had ever been to a casino.

I scanned the place having a look at everything and everyone.

Rich old men smoking cigars as they played while few women dressed in racy outfits barely covering any skin surrounded them. Hopeless men playing with hurt and exasperation on their faces, probably hoping they'd win after losing so much. Men with a triumphant smile on their faces while they held onto their chips.
Women rolling down the slot machines with hope in their eyes and success as their motive. Tears in some eyes as they looked at the cards in their hands before revealing their cards.

It was surely a place with both sadness and happiness. A place where some dreams get destructed while other dreams get built.

I walked straight towards the bar, my head held high.

I scanned the bar for the guy I had seen in the photo and when I did find him I gave a fake wide smile and prepared myself.

This is going to be fun, I thought as I raised my head and swayed my hips as I walked, getting glances from some of the unoccupied men in the club.

I sat on the chair next to him ignoring his triumphant smile and taking a deep breath to calm myself getting prepared for what I was about to do.

"A tequila with two squeezed lemons and a pinch of salt, please," I told the bartender getting a surprised look followed by a grin from 'Mr.Target'.

"My favourite," he chirped as he raised his glass showing me his usual order of tequila. "Let me buy you this drink, please."

I smiled at him and nodded appreciably.

"Dave," he stretched out his hand.

"Pai-Pamela," I quickly corrected myself before it was too late- I had almost said my name.

He took my hand and kissed it, "a beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

Thanks love, for the cliché, I said to myself as I drew back my hand and murmured a thank you giving him a fake smile.

Many smiles and flirtings exchanged with lots of toasts and lame jokes kept the time going.

Dylan was two chairs next to us and when I nodded at him to tell him that everything was going according to plan he stood up and went to fulfill his part of the plan.

"Let's go somewhere much more exciting," I said getting up.

Mr. Target got up and smiled making his body guard to join us.
I looked at the body guard and then back at Mr. Montero and arched a brow.

"Thank you James you can go-"

"But sir," the guy objected.

"I said you are dismissed," Mr. Montero said with an authorative tone as he took the penthouse key from the bodyguard before he excused himself.

When the bodyguard left, I smiled and tilted my head slightly as I asked, "the pub?"

"The pub it is." He nodded.

We arrived at the pub, loud music thundering my ears. There was a bar in the middle of the pub and a V.I.P. area on the other side. The pub was filled with people from all social classes but the people from the highest class were seated in the V.I.P. area.

Montero lead the way to the V.I.P. area. It seemed he was a usual customer from the way the staff instantly welcomed him. The manager along with two other garçons brought bottles of champagne and vodka selectively picked.

A slow song then came along. It seemed Dylan had done his part of the job at the moment.

"Do you want to dance?" I asked as I smiled and drew my hair backwards.

Say yes.

"Not everyday a gorgeous lady like you asks me to dance," he said taking my hand and helping me down the chair.

He led me to the dance floor, twirling me before pulling me close. I took that chance to carefully dip my hand into the pocket of his jacket and when I finally felt the penthouse key between my two fingers, I exchanged glances with Dylan. With that he came and bumped into us pretending to be drunk.

"Sorry sir, my bad."

"It's okay kid, go home."

I handed Dylan the key behind my back flipping it between my fingers as he pulled it from me.

We danced for a while before we went and sat. I just wanted to be done with this.

"Do you want to go to my penthouse, somewhere quieter?"

"Sure," I smiled getting up.

I searched for Dylan-we needed the key to get in- but I couldn't seem to find him.

Shit, I panicked.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I finally saw Dylan approaching us.

I took back the key from Dylan as he passed next to me and slipped it right back into my target's pocket. I felt instantly relieved.

I quickly scanned the room checking to see if Dylan had dropped the items I needed.
I sat down on the chair in the parlour while Mr.Target got two empty glasses and filled them with champagne rosé.

"I'm here for a few days for a business meeting," he said as he handed me the glass and dropped his on the table as he took a seat.

I opened my bag, feeling the lipstick between my hands and prepared myself with satisfaction.
I opened up the lipstick slowly without looking trying to keep the conversation and trying hard not to make anything look suspicious.

I waited in anticipation for the false phone call from Alex.

Just in time his phone rang, he then got up to get it. I immediately took that chance to pour the powder into his drink. I then stood up, holding my glass in one hand and his in the other as I walked towards him shaking the glass, so that the powder would mix up with the liquid. In a few minutes he'd be helpless and won't remember a single thing from this night.

"Oh too bad I won't see you again," I said as I sat on the bed and handed him his glass.

"We can arrange that," he said before he took a big gulp.

Too bad you won't remember any of this Mr. Dave Montero.

"I'd love that," I leaned closer and then I took a sip from my glass as he did the same.

Any minute from now, I thought as I prepared myself for him to pass out on the bed.

He smiled in response to me before his blinking increased then it slowed down. His head then slipped and I quickly held his glass before his body gave out making him pass out into a deep sleep.

I dropped the two glasses back on the table and headed towards the door to open up for Dylan.

DYLAN POV🔥

I waited outside the door in anticipation for her to open up the door and let me in.

"Hurry." She opened the door and took the gloves from me.

She headed into the bathroom to get the bag I had dropped for her in there. I then took the two glasses and poured the contents into a zip lock bag and sealed it, putting it into the bag, clearing all the traces we had left.

"Dylan could you help me with unzipping my shirt," she hollered as she came out of the toilet holding a black flared shirt and skirt.

Oh no, not again.
She had already turned me on today just by looking at her. And now to unzip her shirt... I have no idea what effect that will have on me. It's not time for this. If I unzip her shirt I won't be able to control myself.

"Sure," I gulped as I reached out my hand and shifted her hair to the side and pulled down the zip exposing her tanned sexy back. My eyes trailed down her back to her black bra strap, I had to hold back my hand to stop myself from unhooking it and pinning her to the ground, showing her levels of excruciating pleasure.

I gulped as images flashed through my head: images of my hand caressing her curves and kissing every inch of her body, fantasizing how she'd taste or feel like.

She then took off the top in front of me, not bothered that I was in the same room. I froze right there ogling at her in her sexy black lingerie, imagining things to do to her.

Fück you Dylan! Get a grip! You're acting like a teenage kid, my conscience yelled at me.

"Could you stop gawking at her and continue your work," Alex laughed at me through the intercom in my ear.

"Fück you," I muttered to Alex. I forgot about the camera. It must be such an embarrassing moment having your best friend watch you ogling at the girl of your dreams and not doing anything productive.

I then turned my face and proceeded with what I was doing.

I inserted the USB into the laptop, putting it right in place and transferring all the files I needed.

She removed her blonde wig and revealed her gorgeous natural wavy brown hair, looking as breathtaking as ever and tied her hair in a bun.

Damn she looked gorgeous.

After everything was done and when no traces were left, I left the room before her to get the other room ready.

Alex sent in his friend who was dressed and who had makeup on to look like one of the room service employees. During this time I headed towards the room Paige was in, to help her come out. She was supposed to hide inside the cart along with the things so that she could come into the room without being seen on the security cameras.

I went back to the other room to get everything ready and wait for her to come into the room I had reserved which was directly on the floor under Dave Montero's penthouse. We had to reserve a single room to avoid any suspicion so that it wouldn't seem as if a blonde person went in and a brunette came out going into a different room. I'd reserve the room and pretend I was the only one there for the night to prevent suspicious minds.

Paige then got into the room successfully and slipped out of the cart. I then excused myself telling her that there were still some things to do with Alex, leaving her in the room and telling her not to open for anyone.

I came back after I finished some things with Alex concerning the plan to find her sleeping in bed. I decided to take a shower and then go to sleep.

"Dylan don't," she muttered as she shifted in bed.

I looked at her shocked, don't what? Then realization hit me- she was sleep talking.

I couldn't help but watch her sleep. Knowing that she was dreaming about me sent thrills through my veins, making me feel a feeling I couldn't explain, was it giddiness?

I couldn't ignore how happy it made me that she kissed me back in the cave, something so pathetic and simple yet it gave me hope.

I probably did like her back then, who was I kidding? I was madly and deeply in love with her and I can't keep on denying it anymore.

It could have been her contagious laugh or her dreamy eyes, her dark naturally wavy hair or her soft voice that made me fall for her. Or it could have been her one of a kind personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall in love with her... pretty damn hard.

I would have never imagined to become someone who can love someone this much or want someone as much as I want her.

It's something so personal, so intimate in a way that I find it very hard to explain. I am scared of sounding weak and pathetic, scared of losing her, scared that my feelings aren't reciprocated.

If only we could be what I want us to be.
If only it was easy to tell her my feelings.
If only I can know if she feels the same way.

Chapter 26 comes up on 18 December❤