The stillness
in here is deafening. I can’t help but constantly catch myself listening for
the sound of Kayden and the guy’s coming back up. I’m torturing myself with the
scenes I keep playing out in my mind for how things could go if and when Kayden
returns to the hotel suite.
“Hmmm…”
Brooklyn finally says, snapping me out of the tug of war occurring in my mind.
“I don’t know. We could go gamble…try to distract you until Kayden cools off?”
It’s
still early in Vegas, and Kayden planned this get-a-way with the guys, so I
guess gambling can be a fun way to distract myself from everything going on.
“What
the hell; let’s go. I’m up for some Craps. Just let me freshen up first.”
Walking
to the kitchen I pour myself another glass of wine, and head into the ensuite
in Kayden’s room to touch up my now smudged makeup.
The
entire penthouse suite is luxurious with a hint of edgy contemporary. It’s just
how I envision Kayden: sophisticated with an edgy flare. Even though they were
a buy off from his father as a way to apologize for stealing his fiancée
Luanne, Kayden always puts his heart and soul into these hotels.
I
hope all this blows over and life goes back to normal. I miss Kayden’s touch
and his husky voice as he whispers naughty thing to me in bed. I’ve never
missed someone as much as I miss him. I know Kayden; he is a southern boy
through and through. He’s hot-headed but he will cool off soon enough, and before
I know it he’ll have me pressed beneath him forgetting all the crazy shit we’ve
dealt with over the last several days. Nothing is sexier than being dominated
by Kayden.
The
sound of Brooklyn’s heels; followed by a knock on the bathroom door, startles
me, “Hey, you almost ready?” She yells through the door.
Looking
myself over one more time, I spin on my heels and whip the door open, “Ready as
I’ll ever be. Let’s go try and win some money!” I give her a wink and a small
smile to show her I’m okay.
~~~
It’s
almost midnight and the casino is starting to really come alive. I can’t get
over the vast variety of people here tonight. You’ve got your hard core
gamblers’ who are looking all professional at the black jack tables. Older
ladies hanging out at the slot machines and a group of guys looking like they
range from early twenties to late fifty’s at the poker tables, each wearing
baseball caps and sunglasses. Then you have Brooklyn and I surrounded by a
crowd of people. We have guys in three-piece suits, girls in less than what we
have on, and a group of women wearing bridal party sashes. Everyone’s cheering
us on with their drinks in the air as I toss my dice onto the Craps table;
we’re on a roll. I’ve already won a couple grand and we’ve only been at it an hour.
“Woohooo!
Snake Eyes!” Brooklyn cheers beside me enthusiastically, gripping onto my arm.
“See, I told you going gambling was the perfect idea.”
My
entire body is humming with excitement, as the adrenalin courses through me.
Jumping up and down with my hand in the air I can’t help but feel the stress
releasing from my body. “Holy crap, I cannot believe this! I usually spend my
entire time losing money, not gaining it! I’m on a winning streak.”
Just
as I’m taking the dice to roll again I hear a familiar Aussie accent behind us,
“Well, well, well what do we have here? Ya ladies havin’ a streak of good luck,
aye?” Jax asks stepping up behind us. I flash a small smile up at him, and take
note of his hand resting on the small of Brooklyn’s back.
Bouncing
from all the excitement, Brooklyn grins from ear to ear at Jax and wraps her
arm around his waist. “Yeah, Savannah is killing it! I on the other hand, lost
a few grand in less than twenty minutes.” Pursing her lips at Jax, she stares
up at him all doe eyed. “So I’m living vicariously through Savannah.”
I
can’t help but laugh at her, “Yeah well, I doubt this will ever happen again so
I’m
Salomé Mitiarjuk Nappaaluk