Page 6 of Scoring Chance
Two
Sydney and Dean arrived in Vegas around three-thirty and headed to their room at the Wynn hotel. Though they had requested separate sleeping arrangements, Sarah and Jameson insisted they stay in a suite together.It’s big enough for the two of you!Sarah exclaimed.You won’t get in each other’s hair!
“Despite the trickery of our friends,” Dean began as they entered the suite, “this is very nice.”
Sydney looked around the executive suite and was blown away by the extravagance. Plush, white sofas. Floor-to-ceiling windows, wet bar, and a large kitchen graced her upon entry. The king-sized bed was just mere feet from the living room where she could watch TV in bed if she wanted.
“This is amazing!” She dropped her bags and ran to the window. She could see all of Las Vegas and beyond. “This view is just so incredible!”
Dean walked up to Sydney and snaked an arm around her waist. He softly kissed her neck and inhaled her scent. She smelled like vanilla, sandalwood, and grapefruit. Suddenly, Dean became hungry for both food and Sydney. “It’s more incredible with you in front of it.”
Sydney fell back into her boyfriend’s arms. That was where she belonged. It was where she needed to be. Just as she became comfortable, she stiffened and Dean noticed the change. “Is everything okay?” He asked.
It occurred to Sydney it was just a single hotel room suite. There was no other bedroom. “So, we’ll share the bed?” She pointed.
“Oh. Hmm…” Dean looked around. “I’ll get the sofa and you take the bed.” He smiled at her. “Cool?”
Not really. Sydney hoped the impromptu makeout session at Stateline meant a new beginning. Dean said he wanted to take things slow but she didn’t realize it was a tortoise versus the hare pace. “Sure,” she forced a grin, “why don’t you go shower first and then I’ll take one once you’re done.”
Dean wanted to ask if she wanted to join him but held onto the thought. They were taking things slow and they both agreed it was best. He wished he acted on his first impulse and fucked her on the Stateline by the side of the road.
No. She was not a floozy he’d have some fun with. She was his future wife and mother of his to-be-conceived children. They would go slow as they agreed, even if it mean his forearms were going to work overtime. “Sure,” he gathered his toiletries and headed to the bathroom.
Once Sydney heard the shower turn on, she placed an important phone call. “Hey, it’s me.”
“My Sydney Rose,” Ian Ferguson’s baritone boomed over the phone, “how are you today?”
“I’m doing wonderful. Just real quick, I can’t be on the phone very long but I wanted to say thank you for Dean. We’re together right now in Vegas.”
“Vegas?” Ian asked. “What’s in Vegas?”
“Long story short, our best friends are getting married to each other. We had no idea they were even dating.” Sydney chuckled. “So yeah, impromptu wedding time.”
“Well, give my congratulations to the happy couple,” Ian replied.
“I will. There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about…” Sydney looked around to make sure Dean couldn’t hear her. “I want Dean to be let back on the Ferguson property for my shows.”
“Not a problem,” Ian wrote it down, “anything else?”
“Yeah, there is.” She cleared her throat. “I appreciate everything you’ve done and you’ve helped me out in more ways than one, but I think it’s time I handle my personal life on my own.”
There was a small silence between the pair before Ian spoke again. “Consider it done.”
“Great!” Sydney breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s all really.”
“Good. Let me know when you’re back in town so we can have lunch and talk about other things regarding your show. Have a great trip, Sydney. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up.
Sydney smiled before she tossed the phone aside. “That wasn’t so bad after all!” She crawled onto the bed and laid on it. She was in town for her best friend’s wedding and she was in the process of reconciling with her ex without anyone’s influence. “This is turning out great! Nothing could go wrong now!”
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Ian stared out into an empty space once he hung up the phone. He knew once he sent Dean to visit Sydney at the park, a reconciliation would inevitably happen. He was sincerely happy for the pair. Sydney seemed happier and in turn, her artwork would better and more reflective of her current state.
Now, it became a task of keeping her that way.
Sydney had a rare talent Ian hadn’t seen in a long time. She could work with paint, markers, and aerosol sprays. She was a master with oils and even some watercolors, though she preferred not to work with them often.
She often drew wearing a bikini or naked, wanting to feel as free as her art, and found clothing too restricting when she was trying to concentrate. Her art was inspired by Black Lives Matter, pop culture, her love of music, and being a hopeless romantic.
