Vanity, Vengeance And A Weekend In Vegas (A Sophie Katz Novel) by Kyra Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

Kinky?”
    Mr. Green Eyes smiled.   “Kinsky.”
    “Polish?”
    “Russian.” He took the check from
my hand before I had a chance to remark on that.   “The elevator’s here.   Don’t move from this spot. I’ll be back with a room number.”
    I nodded and watched as the
kinky, Russian, green-eyed guy strode across the room and slipped into the
elevator with Anatoly and his bimbo just before the door closed. What if he
didn’t come back? What if I had just paid some guy Two hundred and fifty
dollars for nothing?
    Well then I’d cancel the check of
course.   That was the benefit of
not paying cash.
    But what if this was some kind of
identity theft scheme?   Now this
guy had my name and account number…what could a really skilled identity thief
do with that?  
    What if Anatoly really was taking that woman up to his hotel room
to make love to her?
    Breathing was becoming hard
again.   I closed my eyes.   Everything was going to be fine.   Maybe they wouldn’t even go into the
same hotel room.   Maybe they’d get
off on different floors.   Maybe…maybe…
    Maybe my heart was breaking.
     
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter 4
    “The best thing about alcohol is
that it makes your bad judgment more socially acceptable.”
    --Death Of The Party

 
    I couldn’t have been in that
hallway for more than ten minutes…probably considerably less. But it felt like
an eternity.   All of a sudden
nothing seemed to make sense.   Why
did I need to know Anatoly’s room number?   Was I really going to go up there and confront him in front of a woman?
Perhaps a naked woman in his bed ?   Did I
really want to have her lying there smugly listening to my hysterics?  
    I was acting on instinct and raw
emotion, which is exactly what had brought me to Anatoly to begin with.   What kind of idiot was I to trust in
those things again?
    The anger began to slip away and
I started to feel just…empty.   I
shouldn’t have come to Vegas. What was the point? What was the point of doing
anything?
    I stepped into the lobby just as
the Kinky green-eyed man stepped off the elevator.   He walked over to me and his eyes were sympathetic.   His sympathy made me want to cry.
    “Room 608,” he said softly.
    “Together?” I asked and he
answered me with a nod.  
    “Right, well now I know,
right?   I mean I had to know
otherwise…otherwise I wouldn’t know and that would be bad.” I knew I was
babbling but if I stopped talking I’d have to think and…and feel this.   “You should cash that check soon,” I
continued.   “Who knows, maybe you
can turn that $250 into $2000, right?   I mean this is Vegas!   Anything can happen in Vegas!”
    I could feel the strain of the
smile on my face, all big and fake.   I could feel Anatoly’s arms around me, hear his laughter, feel the way
he used to brush my hair from my face.
      “Don’t use it on the slot machines, worst odds in the
casino.” Just
keep talking .   Talk so you don’t
cry .
    “Can I get you a cup of coffee?”
he asked.   “A little conversation
over mochas? I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”
    “Mochas, I don’t’ usually drink
mochas.” I looked up at the overhead lights.   They were too bright for the theme of the hotel and way too
bright for my mood.   “I don’t think
I can carry on a coherent conversation right now either.”
    “I didn’t say you had to be
coherent,” Mr. Green eyes said…what was his real name again? Andy? No
Alex.   Alex Kinsky.   Should be easy to remember…but there
was no need to.  
    I kept my smile plastered across
my face but looked away.   “Thank
you, Alex, but I’m gonna pass. Enjoy the rest of your night and, um, thank you
for…for telling me.” Thank you for confirming my worst fears, thank you for letting me know
my entire love affair with Anatoly was a lie.
    I could feel Alex Kinsky’s eyes
on me as I wandered back into the bar. I bumped into a tall Latino man sporting
a black t-shirt and