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“Are you okay?” he asks, giving me a concerned look.
“I’m fine. I was just thinking about the next fourteen hours,” I tell him with a smile.
“It will come back negative,” he assures me as we exit the casino.
“Did you cash out our winnings?” I suddenly realize that he hadn’t gone back to the cashier.
“They will transfer it to my account once they review the videos. They have to make sure we weren’t cheating or anything.”
“How could we possibly cheat?” I ask. “That game is totally random!”
“I have no clue,” he says with a shake of his head. “This is the first time I’ve ever won at gambling. I think you must be good luck!”
“I think the two of us together are good luck.” I grab his jacket and lean into him. I hope this is only the beginning. I think we could take on the world together.
Chapter 4
Trey
Exiting the casino, we are greeted by the blinding headlights of a shiny yellow Ferrari screeching to a stop right in front of us. Even though I can’t see the driver or passenger, I immediately know that it has to be Tommy and Liv. As we walk around to the side of the car, Liv holds out her empty champagne bottle.
“Would you be a dear and get rid of this for me?” she coos, giving me a sickeningly condescending smirk.
“Of course!” I reply sarcastically. “We are all here to serve you, your majesty.”
“Check the attitude, buddy.” Tommy glares at me from driver’s seat. “We didn’t see a place to throw it.”
“Like I said, it’s no problem. You two have a wonderful evening.” I turn with the bottle in hand and head back to the entrance of the casino. “One of your patrons didn’t realize that this isn’t an off sale,” I tell the doorman, handing him the bottle.
“Thank you, Sir,” he replies, taking it from me.
“That was difficult, so I can see how they couldn’t figure it out.” I give Mandy a wink and we head toward the waiting limo.
“Now I suppose you will have to get a Ferrari in the morning,” she comments after we get settled in the back seat of the car.
“Hell no!” I laugh. “Those two can drive around pretending they’re hot shit. Tomorrow we are taking the helicopter back to Nice for the day. We’ll have lunch at Jan, spend the afternoon on the water and have dinner at Les Deux Canailles. If you enjoy that, I’ll take you to Yam T'cha in Paris the next evening.”
“Really?” she bubbles. “I would love to see Paris.”
“Yeah, it’s fun to see, but I like the people in Nice.”
“Why? Because they’re nice?” she quips.
“Funny girl…” I give her a pat on the back. “Nice used to be an Italian city, so the vibe is much more like Italy than France.”
“And apparently that’s a good thing?” she asks, obviously having no direct experience with either of the two cultures.
“I’ll let you decide for yourself. We’ll spend tomorrow in Nice, Thursday in Paris and the weekend in Monaco. Then you can tell me which one you prefer,” I reply, knowing full well which one she will like best. Paris is brimming with pompous pricks and Monaco is just a wealthier version of them. I can’t help thinking about that fact as we pull up to the hotel where our four thousand square foot suite awaits the two of us. Maybe I’m a little too pompous too, even though I strive against it. Renting the presidential suite for the week is just as pretentious as driving around in a flashy Ferrari.
Mandy
I was so shell shocked by the potential incest news this morning that I never really noticed this hotel’s level of perfection. Walking through the lobby, everything is immaculate, from the perfectly polished granite floors to the intricately tailored uniforms of the hotel staffers. It’s as if they have created a little world of perfection to help guests forget about all the other imperfections in their lives for a little while.
“I wonder how many cleaning people it takes to keep this place looking like this?” I ponder out loud once inside the elevator.
“Quite a few, I’m sure,” Trey replies mindlessly, his thoughts elsewhere. “I can’t believe Tommy and Liv are here. That pretty much sucks the fun out of this week.”
“Don’t let them ruin it. We won’t see them the next couple of days anyway.” I slip my hand around his arm and give him a nudge of encouragement.
“That’s true. You’re really going to like Nice.” He leans over, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “That was fun kicking Tommy’s ass in baccarat tonight, even though it only lasted for a few minutes.”
