off to sleep feeling happy and satisfied that I had pleased him tonight, in a very special way. I had never trusted anyone as much as I did him. For Patrick, I was able to open up and feel free enough to give him something I had never given to any other man.
Chapter 8
A black stretch limo, boasting chrome detailing, pulled up in front of The Bellagio. The chauffeur opened the door for us and Patrick and I slid into the backseat of our luxurious transportation. After three days of fun in Las Vegas, we were finally going about the business we came here for; getting a closer look of the marriage documents that were filed here eight years ago when Stephanie and Patrick were—oh God, I hated to even say the words in my mind—married. It had really put me in a tail spin when I heard those words coming out of Stephanie’s mouth at my rehearsal dinner. I had hoped against all odds that it was a lie, but it had proved to be right. Now we were on our way to meet Ryan at the records department and Patrick had reassured me that somehow we would find a way to fix this whole mess.
We were still in the limo when Ryan texted to say he had landed, was already in a cab and would meet us at the Records Department of Clark County. The municipal building was located in downtown Las Vegas.
I rel axed back into the leather seat and snuggled up against Patrick’s arm. The last couple of days had been tremendous fun. My suitcase finally showed up after two days. Even though it was nice to get my stuff back, I hadn’t minded being without it much. It was a great excuse for Patrick to spoil me with new clothes and shoes. A woman can never have too many shoes.
Las Vegas was indeed like Disney land for grown-ups. We had seen two breathtaking Cirque De Sole shows, indulged in some of the best meals I had ever tasted and even enjoyed a couple of afternoons of pampering in the spa at The Bellagio, all of it compliments of the hotel itself.
A fter winning big the first night, Patrick received a call from the casino host. Because of our high stakes gambling we were now considered VIP players. They generously offered to upgrade us to a better suite, gave us tickets for whatever shows we wanted to see and free meals at any restaurant we desired...for the remainder of our trip. The only condition was that we were required do our gambling at The Bellagio. Since Patrick had wanted to keep gambling anyway, he graciously accepted. It seemed ironic, at best. When a person has money, the free benefits flow like water, yet when they are pinching every penny, they get nothing. Life is certainly not fair, but I would be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy the freebies.
As a matter of fact, our luck had continued at the tables all weekend. By the end of out last hand on Sunday night, w e were up more than one hundred thousand dollars; an incredible amount to me, but it was all due to Patrick’s expertise at Blackjack and, of course, a little bit of good old fashioned luck. At one point we had been up almost two hundred thousand dollars but lost half of it by the time we finished. Playing with colorful chips instead of money made the amounts seem unreal, almost like it was Monopoly money. It wasn’t until we had cashed out I realized how much money it actually was. To complete our real Vegas experience, Patrick had insisted that we cashed out in hundred dollars bills instead of a cashier’s check. We took the money to our suite to not only count them all, but also throw them in the air while sitting on the bed. It was silly but oh-so-much fun.
We were almost at our destination. I looked out the window and minutes later we pulled up in front of a gray concrete building. It was probably a good thing that this was our last day here. Every lucky streak has to end eventually but sitting here in the limo, I prayed that it would last just one more day and our visit to the records office would be just as fruitful as the casino tables had turned out to
Chapter 8
A black stretch limo, boasting chrome detailing, pulled up in front of The Bellagio. The chauffeur opened the door for us and Patrick and I slid into the backseat of our luxurious transportation. After three days of fun in Las Vegas, we were finally going about the business we came here for; getting a closer look of the marriage documents that were filed here eight years ago when Stephanie and Patrick were—oh God, I hated to even say the words in my mind—married. It had really put me in a tail spin when I heard those words coming out of Stephanie’s mouth at my rehearsal dinner. I had hoped against all odds that it was a lie, but it had proved to be right. Now we were on our way to meet Ryan at the records department and Patrick had reassured me that somehow we would find a way to fix this whole mess.
We were still in the limo when Ryan texted to say he had landed, was already in a cab and would meet us at the Records Department of Clark County. The municipal building was located in downtown Las Vegas.
I rel axed back into the leather seat and snuggled up against Patrick’s arm. The last couple of days had been tremendous fun. My suitcase finally showed up after two days. Even though it was nice to get my stuff back, I hadn’t minded being without it much. It was a great excuse for Patrick to spoil me with new clothes and shoes. A woman can never have too many shoes.
Las Vegas was indeed like Disney land for grown-ups. We had seen two breathtaking Cirque De Sole shows, indulged in some of the best meals I had ever tasted and even enjoyed a couple of afternoons of pampering in the spa at The Bellagio, all of it compliments of the hotel itself.
A fter winning big the first night, Patrick received a call from the casino host. Because of our high stakes gambling we were now considered VIP players. They generously offered to upgrade us to a better suite, gave us tickets for whatever shows we wanted to see and free meals at any restaurant we desired...for the remainder of our trip. The only condition was that we were required do our gambling at The Bellagio. Since Patrick had wanted to keep gambling anyway, he graciously accepted. It seemed ironic, at best. When a person has money, the free benefits flow like water, yet when they are pinching every penny, they get nothing. Life is certainly not fair, but I would be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy the freebies.
As a matter of fact, our luck had continued at the tables all weekend. By the end of out last hand on Sunday night, w e were up more than one hundred thousand dollars; an incredible amount to me, but it was all due to Patrick’s expertise at Blackjack and, of course, a little bit of good old fashioned luck. At one point we had been up almost two hundred thousand dollars but lost half of it by the time we finished. Playing with colorful chips instead of money made the amounts seem unreal, almost like it was Monopoly money. It wasn’t until we had cashed out I realized how much money it actually was. To complete our real Vegas experience, Patrick had insisted that we cashed out in hundred dollars bills instead of a cashier’s check. We took the money to our suite to not only count them all, but also throw them in the air while sitting on the bed. It was silly but oh-so-much fun.
We were almost at our destination. I looked out the window and minutes later we pulled up in front of a gray concrete building. It was probably a good thing that this was our last day here. Every lucky streak has to end eventually but sitting here in the limo, I prayed that it would last just one more day and our visit to the records office would be just as fruitful as the casino tables had turned out to
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