Chase is buttoning up a deep purple shirt and looking at me through the full length mirror of the bathroom. From where he’s standing he can see me sitting on the bed, staring at my manicured nails. He turns away from my reflection to look at me directly. “Am I spending too much time at the tab...
What burns me even more was being forced to sit in the limousine with Chase as it slowly makes its way through midday Vegas traffic, back to his hotel room where the very last of my belongings are. I’ve already lost most of what I arrived in this city with, thanks to Harrison’s betrayal — he t...