Worthy

Vegas Poker Face

----Amelia POV----

    Wes finally picked me and my girls up to head to the airport to meet up with the rest of the gang. Its Vegas time, baby! I am so excited to be getting out of the city although I'm still not too enthusiastic about our rooming arrangements but Dameon promised me a date night. Friday night would just be us two and the city that never sleeps and with any luck we won't be doing much sleeping either.

     We pull into the private hanger and what looks like Dameon, Mike, and Chris in the distance handing off luggage to someone. “Oh my god, is that what we are flying in?” Kiera screeches in excitement. “I know not” says a disbelieving Meh. “Yurp this dude has a plane” Wes confirmed. The Jeep came to a stop and everyone piled out. D and Wes did their normal 'dap-up' “Hey ladies and Kiera” he said. “You got us this amazing plane so imma let that one slide” Kiera replied as she threw her bags into his arms. I just stood there looking at him grinning at me with this goofy look on his face.

“So you chartered a flight for us to Vegas.”

“Umm sorta.” He replied taking my suitcases. I didn't like the way he said that. I stopped walking behind him and stared him down. He could feel my eyes on him and caught the hint to explain. “Ok, so I didn't exactly charter the flight.”

“Dameon Monroe tell me you didn't buy a plane.”

“Ok I didn't buy "A" plane. I bought four to be exact. I bought my own charter company.” I just stood there looking dumbfounded as he handed off the last of the bags to some guy. Then I remembered him writing about this in one of his business classes.

“This is your business model.”

“It sure is. I figure what better was to know if my plan works than to work it myself. I get to be my own success story.” That actually made a lot of sense; he was brilliant at managing money so this could actually work out pretty well for him. I stepped on board, and it amazed me at how spacious and nice it was in here. It had rotating lounge chairs that stretched into beds, collapsible tables, a small bar, TV's, two full bathrooms, and the gorgeous flight attendant that was a little too flirty with D while asking him if it was ok for the pilot to take off.

“So do all your planes come with one of those too?”

    He tried to hold in a laugh as if though my blatant green-eyed monster had said something amusing. “I have her assigned to this plane, I have a white one for the other, and two males for the remaining two." I knew I was being ridiculous and had nothing to worry about, but being a little backed up has my hormones all over the place. So, I just rolled my eyes and prepared for take-off. I awoke to the pilot informing us we were about to land shortly.

    Once on the ground we made our way to the MGM Grand hotel; since they were the ones hosting Wes's fight we booked rooms there as well. The guy’s room was at the opposite end of the hall. We got to our and it was amazing. The view from our living room alone was breathtaking. Everyone had their own bathrooms and patio areas. Before we could get settle the fellas came busting into our room “Oh this is nice” said Chris as he flopped his big ass on our couch. “Hold up, how come their room is better than ours?” Whined Mike. “Really dude!” Wes and D said simultaneously. “Does it really matter it's not like we are going to be in them” said Meh. “She is right so ladies two hours should be enough time for you to get ready and meet us in the lobby.” D said as he pushed Mike and Chris out the door.

    Two hours on the dot we met in the lobby and I must say we all looked good; even Chris. We had this amazing dinner at the seafood buffet, took a stroll on the strip, bounced between three or four clubs, I think. All I know is it was about three a.m. when we got back in.