“Shit babe, you're loaded.” Gracie said, making Kylie smirk. “I’d give anything to be there when your mom finds out how much you took.” She laughed and Kylie nodded and laughed too. Her mother was probably freaking out. She'd completely looted her safe. “This is the kind of money that will buy us a good night at the Monte Carlo.” She smirked wickedly and Kylie smirked back at her.
"Monte Carlo it is then." She grinned, changing lanes and making a turn.
The drive wasn't long and Kylie only took a minute to fix her makeup in the mirror before going in and the check-in process seemed even shorter, and before they knew it, they were in probably the most expensive room she'd ever seen. She dropped her bag and walked to the window, taking in the incredible view, allowing the moment to delay whatever emotions she knew were going to come from seeing Tyler.
“Holy shit.” Gracie breathed and Kylie nodded in agreement. “We better make this the best fucking night of our lives, for how much we just spent on this room.” Gracie smirked and Kylie pulled her eyes off the view, smirking back at her briefly before reaching for a cigarette.
The pack she had was empty though so she cursed and rolled her eyes. "Fuck." She breathed. "Unfortunately, I just ran out of cigarettes." She sighed and grabbed her wallet. "I'll be right back with more."
Kylie slipped out of the room and went down the hall, getting on the elevator, hoping she could get cigarettes somewhere nearby.
She didn't bother checking to see if the hotel had anything or taking the car, just walked, enjoying the night lights of Vegas, and it really didn't take long before she found a liquor store and bought several packs of cigarettes as well as a few bottles of liquor. She checked out quickly and headed back towards the hotel.
She had her head down, texting Gracie that she was on her way back up, when she slammed right into someone. She would have toppled over completely had he not steadied her with a firm grip on either of her arms. "Shit." She breathed as she bent to pick up the bottles that had fallen out of her bag and he smirked and bent with her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She explained.
She gathered the bottles back into the bag before they both stood and he held the one he was holding out to her and she got her first good look at him. He was hot. Extremely hot. In a suit that was probably worth more than all the clothes in Apple Creek. "No worries." He smirked and she took the bottle as his eyes looked her over. He had a friend with him. Equally as attractive and she had to say, she was intimidated just standing in front of the two of them. She'd never felt more small town in her life. "You having a party?" He asked, gesturing to the bottles and she just shrugged.
"Not really, just a friend and I." She could tell that had him interested, and it made her smirk, looking the two of them over. She wasn't really the type to randomly sleep with guys. Sure, she'd slept with a lot of guys since Tyler had left her, but that was different. She'd known everyone in Appe Creek since birth and the guys there were mostly immature boys. These two men were complete strangers.
However, after seeing Tyler, she wanted someone to get him out of her head. She'd figured drinking might do the trick, but she'd been getting drunk for a year and it had never really worked. Maybe if she slept with someone who knew what they were doing it'd help convince her that she didn't really love Tyler. That maybe he'd only made her feel so incredible because the only other people she'd had to compare him to were small town, idiot high school boys who were more concerned with their pick up trucks than anything else. And, failing that, at least he'd be off her mind for a few hours.
"You boys want to make it a party?" She asked with a wicked grin, knowing it was a bold question, but she'd seen the interest in their eyes when she'd told them it was just her and a friend. They would have probably asked the same question, only they'd have tried to have an entire conversation and then ease it in so that it didn't seem like they were just hitting on her. She'd skipped that and cut to it, making the man she'd run into grin as his eyes traveled her slowly.
"What's your name sweetie?" He asked with a laugh.
"Kylie, you?"
"Ashton." He answered. "Lead the way Kylie." He smirked and she grinned back and made her way towards the elevator as he followed her closely, as did his friend.
In the elevator, he stood incredibly close and took one of the bottles she'd bought, popping it open, alternating between taking drinks from it and handing it to her for a drink. The sexual tension in that small space as his eyes wandered her and she checked him out just as guiltily, was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but neither of them touched each other. It was like they were both leaving it up to the other to make the first contact.
Eventually, they reached the floor and Kylie smirked and took a drink from the bottle, leading the two of them to the room and opening the door. "Grace. Made some friends." She smirked, standing to the side to let the two of them in. Ashton purposely moved slowly as he squeezed his body past hers in the doorway, making her grin wickedly before closing the door behind the three of them.
Matt gave Bunny and a few of her friends something strong enough to make them pretty much knock them out the rest of the night, but one of the girls, he gave the same thing he'd given Gracie and they spent pretty much the rest of the night making out, drinking, and doing more drugs. He wasn't even entirely sure of her name, but he didn't care. He'd probably never see her again and she was so high at that point, he doubted that she would even remember him, if he did.
Eventually though, a friend of his came over and placed a hand on his shoulder from behind the couch, leaning down to tell him Bryan had arrived and him and Tyler were in the garage. He thanked the by before pushing the girl off him and making his way out there. If he were anyone else, Bryan would probably have someone kick his ass for interrupting a meeting, but he knew he wouldn't care since it was him. Him and Tyler were his two top guys. Whatever he said to Tyler, he wouldn't care if he heard.
So he went in the garage anyway. As he'd expected, Chelsea was there, on the couch next to Bryan, smoking a cigarette and wearing a tight red dress and heels. She had on very dark makeup as well, looking more like one of Bryan's girls than his sister and he hated that, everytime he saw her, she was looking more and more like that.
"Chels, put that cigarette out right fucking now." He said as he came in and both her and Bryan looked at him. Bryan smirked seeing him and Matt nodded at him in acknowledgement.
"Fuck off Matt." She spat at him and he rolled his eyes. He figured she'd be angry, but he didn't care. He just walked over and swiped it from her fingers, holding it in front of her.
"You have fucking lung cancer Chelsea." He rolled his eyes before flicking it away and sitting in a seat next to Tyler, across from Bryan, finally turning his attention to him. He'd get Chelsea alone later. He lit himself a cigarette, ignoring the daggers his sister was shooting him. "So what's up boss?" He asked, glancing between him and Tyler. "You got jobs for us?"