What Happens in Vegas

CHAPTER THREE

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CHASE

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I met with the private investigator a few days ago. He wasn't impressed with the information I gave him. Finding a blonde Australian named Kate Collins wouldn't exactly be easy. Considering that's all the information I have. I honestly don't like his chances and I'm happy if he doesn't find her. The last thing I need is another gold digger hanging around me. I've got enough of those already. Still, I'll play the game and see what happens.

Sitting at my desk going over the information I need for an upcoming meeting my email pings and I have a quick look to see who it's from. I notice the PI's name and out of curiosity, I open it. He's managed to get his hands on the CCTV footage from the hotel we were both at, I'm surprised they still had it two years later. He's sent stills of every blonde woman that was there that night. And that was a lot. Hundreds of photos he wants me to scan through, in the hopes I'd recognize her. That seems like way too much fucking work. There's a knock at the door and dad, Ryder and Verity all pile into my office.

"Did you get the email?" Dad asks. I sigh and nod. They obviously got it too. So much for ignoring it.

"Yeah I got it, but I've got a meeting, I'll deal with it later." I tell him. Dad nods his head.

"Verity, print them all out, we will go through it together." Dad says. I lean back in my chair and look at my dad.

"I'm more than capable of doing this myself." I say. Dad shakes his head.

"It's obvious you don't want to find her. We will do it together." He states. I roll my eyes. So much for trust. "Anything else you can tell us about what she looks like? We can start culling." He asks. I lean back in my chair and run my hand over my face, bringing up the image I have of her in my head. It's not hard to do, it was by far the best sex I've had in my life to date.

"Blonde, petite, mid 20s but looked younger." I say. Dad nods his head.

"Alright, that's a start. See you after the meeting." He says. They disappear out of the door and I bang my head on the desk. I don't want to fucking find her. Why can't they just leave it the hell alone?

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As soon as the meeting ends, I head to dads office. I'm not in the mood to deal with this shit, but I know dad won't let it go. I open the door and step inside, heading straight to dads office bar. I pour myself a whiskey and sit down on the table where dad, Ryder and Verity are sorting photos. Dad pushes a pile towards me and I take a sip of my drink as I pick up the pile.

"They're all petitish blondes." He says. I nod and flick through the photos as they continue sorting. Almost three hours later, I come across a photo of her with her friends. It was taken in the hotel hallway, she's laughing and looking at her friends. I stare at the photo, remembering her baby blue eyes, soft skin, and perfect plump lips. That sexy Australian accent and her musical laugh.

"You got something?" Verity asks. Sighing I look up at Verity and toss the photo to the centre of the table.

"That's her on the left." I say before leaning back in my chair. Ryder grabs the photo and whistles.

"Damn... she's smoking." Ryder says. I stand up and pour myself another whiskey.

"Send it to the PI, let him do his thing." Dad says to Verity.

"Yes sir." Verity's voice rings out. I don't turn around but I hear Verity leave the office. I hear dad shuffling the remaining photos as I scull my drink and pour another.