Page 133 of Set the Moment
“Are y’all down for another club?” I ask the guys, completely ignoring their drunken girlfriends.
Ryan and Blake look between one another before shrugging.
“Eh…Why not? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” Blake shrugs, holding Cleo up as she joins in Derek and Georgia’s dancing, creating an odd, three-way body roll.
Grimacing, I hold Sienna's hand tighter, so she doesn’t join them and we over head to LUX, Asa’s newest nightclub in Vegas.
LUX is filled to the brim with people, the four-story nightclub on the top of The Portsmith, one of the most luxurious hotel chains in the world, is all anyone can talk about.
The first two floors are huge with couches and small sections on the bottom floor and clear LED boxes for sections on the top two, overlooking the bottom. The lights in the club are set to purple tonight, and every single person in the venue is dancing their hearts out.
I laugh as the girls dance their way to the elevator and grin as I let us up to the rooftop club, exclusive to VIPs only. Up here, the party is lively and full of A-list celebrities, athletes, and young moguls. The true elite of our world.
“Oh my…He’s here,” Cleo gasps, frantically slapping at Denver's chest, her eyes trained on a man standing a few feet away, drink in hand.
Denver’s eyes bug out, tracking the man's every movement as she stands ramrod straight. “No. Freakin’. Way.”
My girlfriend being the nosey woman that she is, looks around everywhere, and when I gesture in the right direction, she gasps.
“Eren Marlowe?” Sienna’s jaw drops as she stares the F1 driver down.
“He isn’t all that.” Blake rolls his eyes, trying to tug Cleo away, but she is immovable.
“How’s my bow? Is it centered?”
“The fuck it is,” Blake tuts, dragging her away as Sienna tugs on my hand.
“So many tattoos…” Denver drools as Ryan scoffs.
“I have tattoos.”
I hold in my laugh as he pouts, grabbing hold of Denver's hand and pulling her away.
“Do you want to go talk to him?” I ask Sienna, already knowing she’ll say no. She isn’t into sports like that, the others are—
“Hell yeah! Do you think Alejandro Sanchez is here, too?”
How the hell does she know Sanchez? That’s it…no more Cleo time for her. She’s pulling my girl down the wrong path.
“On second thought, I think we should just get some drinks.”
Derek and Georgia have already beat us to the chase, throwing back shot after shot at the bar. On the other side of the room, I watch with a content smile as Blake tries his hardest to not fanboy over Luka Espinosa—the leader of Twisted Vipers—while also trying not to let Cleo go after Eren Marlowe. Ryan on the other hand, has failed his mission, standing like a sad and kicked puppy as he listens to Denver drone on about something to the F1 racer.
Once Sienna and I get a few drinks, we settle in a spot near the balcony. She sips her piña colada, eyes on the stars as I drink my Manhattan behind her, my casted hand wrapped around her waist.
“This has been perfect, Jace. I mean it. Thank you for today and every day before it.” She sighs, resting her honey blonde dyed hair against my chest.
I chuckle at the sight of it, grinning down at her. “Anything for you. Happy birthday, Sienna.”
“Five!”
“Four!”
Sienna turns in my arms, her eyes bright.
“Three!”
She tilts her head up, smiling.
