Forbidden Love - VegasTay

Chapter 22

For some reason I kept waiting for Vegas to call. Honestly, I was so ready to run out of my house in search of him, but the only problem was trying to explain why I visited the Minor Family mansion would be quite the challenge. I couldn't exactly say I was here for sex. You know, Kinn's best friend coming to visit Kinn's rival cousin would definitely spark some sort of rumour that I knew I was not ready to deal with. It was actually quite nice sharing this secret moments with Vegas. It made the whole experience more magic to know that no one was aware of what we did together or even that we spent time together.

As I lay on the couch reflecting on last night, it kind of surprised me how unphased I was at the fact that Time had broken up with me. Honestly, these last few days had been more satisfactory than any time period of my life before and not just because Vegas was so good in bed. It was more than that. Having come from a family of fairly business people, my childhood was spent alone. Going to school was even worse. People bullied me for dressing the way I did or used me just for my money. Then once I graduated and met Time, that excitement was fairly short lived as I caught him cheating not even a week later with one of my collage mates. All these years have really just amounted to me being alone. I often had no one to depend on, just my willpower...

But when I was first introduced to Vegas things changed. Kinn and I were only friends after college and so it was only after meeting Tay were we introduced to Vegas. But, even that introduction didn't shed Vegas in a good light. We were merely told to avoid him at all costs and if we did interact with him that we should ignore him or keep our commentary as brief as possible.

Somehow the idea of meeting Vegas scared me. I didn't know what he looked like even if I did interact with him and that worried me even more. What if I accidentally messed up and spoke to him thinking he was someone else?

But when I did meet him for the first time, there was no doubt it was Vegas. He had this aura to him that mimicked that of Kinn's and his brothers. There was this rich and elegant feeling to him but there was something different about him. Having spent so much time in the Main Family mansion and adapting myself to everyone's personalities, seeing Vegas was just different. And at the time I didn't know whether it was a good or bad different.

Vegas somehow became my comfort person. He was like a celebrity crush that I always thought about, got excited to see and wished I dated. Whenever things got difficult or I felt alone, I always found myself focussing on him...but that was all in my mind...

The last thing I expected was Vegas being someone I could trust and someone who made me feel safe. But that is exactly what he became and last night was a true reflection of that... I am certain he was not invited to the bar, especially since Tankhun was hosting. Even a mention of his cousin would have put him in a state of rage. So, it was not expected for him to show up, but he did...

I couldn't quite fathom why he was there in the first place. I mean he never ever was the social type so he surely wasn't there to party. So why was he there? What confused me even more was how did he know exactly where I was and how did he reach there without anyone noticing? It was very rare for the bodyguards to go out and to interact with other people, so they often used these opportunities to meet up with people from before their bodyguard days and often were found making out or having sex all over the bar. Surely someone would have caught Vegas. Or was he just that good?

Yet even though all the confusing ideologies filled my head, nothing compared to the feelings I experienced when I saw Vegas amidst all the chaos and heartbreak. I can't even begin to explain how I felt, but it was definitely close to an overwhelming sense of euphoria despite the pain Time cause me.

When I was with Vegas everything was so easy and simple. And despite not knowing what we were to each other, there was no sense of complexity between us. We needed each other for sex, obviously, but more than biological desired, I needed Vegas for stability when things became chaotic and somehow he knew that and didn't shy away from helping me.

He was always so firm in his affirmations when he told me not to cry over someone who wasn't worth my time and that I deserved better. And even though I did know that I somehow felt more motivated to deal with life's challenges when Vegas spoke to me.

Having sex with Vegas last night was more than just some lustful biological act. It was the live action version, if you will, of the way I used to think of him when I felt alone and felt like I was spiralling when I still dated Time. It grounded me and reassured me that things would be okay. And even though I didn't know how long Vegas would keep up with this act, part of me knew that during this time his treatment would only help me learn to better deal with my feelings in the future.

Funnily enough, when Vegas and I sneaked out the bar, once again somehow going unnoticed, it was as if it was just a continuation of our first night together. We spoke about useless nothings and commented on random things like the stars and the weather but somehow we were both so happy. Or at least I was. Occasionally, he asked me if I was okay. And even though I knew he wanted to know the extent to which the breakup had an impact on me, he just played it off as if he was asking me if I was tired or bored. He was smart that man. He knew exactly how to handle people's emotions.

Somehow we got to the topic of ideal dates and romantic perspectives we had; things like whether we wanted to get married and have kids...It was interesting hearing him talk about the future he dreamed off and while I wanted him to be happy with whoever he decided to date or marry, I really hoped that person would be me.

At some point, Vegas commented that we actually had no way of contacting each other. He kind of joked how the only way we'd be able to see each other is if he drove to my apartment or I casually pitched up at his mansion. But the later wasn't a very good idea...and thus we exchanged contacts.

But this bastard. I don't think he realized the hold he had on me. I think it was out of common decency that he said he'd call me later, but a large part of me really believe he would. I really wanted him to. What he would say was beyond me but somehow the idea of Vegas calling me made me all giggly and excited. I knew I'd have the biggest grin on my face while speaking to him that he'd probably figure it out on the other end of the call.

And that's where he left me. After dropping me off, I headed off to bed, but couldn't fall asleep. Hours passed and I kept checking my phone, hoping that he would call. Before I knew it, I was watching the sunrise and there was still no hope...but I still waited.

However, my efforts did not go to waste because just as it approached midday, it finally happed. Vegas appeared on my phone screen.