Tough Luck: A New Adult Billionaire Romance (The Vegas Billionaire Obsession Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

shows.”
    “I can’t,” Monica said.
    I frowned. “What? Why not?”
    “Les, you’re talking about a dress that would bankrupt me, and here you are, wanting to buy two. This is too much and this is only the beginning.”
    “Listen. Will you let me live a little? My credit card will hold it. I never use it except for emergencies, and when I do, I pay it off before interest starts to accrue. Why do you think it practically has no limit? Please. Do this with me. Let me get us these. I’m not worried and you know what? I’m not taking no for an answer.”
    I grabbed Monica’s hand and pulled her into the store. It wasn’t until we were trying on dresses that Monica finally started to relax. I could see it on her face. I put on the blue dress from the window and her eyes popped out of her head. It was like I was suddenly a princess being swept out of my normal comfort zone.
    “You have to get that one,” Monica shouted.
    “Oh, I’m getting it. Come one, let’s find you one.”
    She was already holding on to a purple silk dress she caught a glimpse of in the racks. It was a formfitting mini with beading along the sweetheart neckline of the corset-style top. It wasn’t quite as extravagant, but still sleek and elegant. It fit her like a glove.
    “You have to get this dress, Monica. It’s perfect for you.”
    She nodded, turning to face a mirror. “I’ll never be able to repay you.”
    I laughed, disappearing back into the dressing room. “I would never expect you to.”
    I got dressed back in my original clothes. With dress in hand, I left the room and waited for Monica. Her smile was wide as she came out of her dressing room.
    “We are so going to turn heads this weekend,” she said as I paid the cashier. She was pretty pumped up about our big-ticket purchase. It was probably going to give her a nice commission. The price of each dress was totaled up and I handed over my card, like the amount was peanuts. Deep down, I still was in shock that this was my life. We left the store and headed back to the hotel. It would be a weekend to remember.
    “Thanks again for the amazing dress. I’ll wear it all the time, just so it won’t be wasted money.”
    “You’re going to wear it on the newscast? Wouldn’t that be a sight!”
    We both laughed, entering the hotel.
    “Well… maybe not all the time.”
    I was too happy. I didn’t care if we only wore it once. It was the principle of the thing, and I enjoyed having one gown that would stand out in my closet. We got up to our room and laid our dresses out, still admiring them.
    “Look in the pamphlet and see if you can find a fancy restaurant to go to tonight. We’re having a drink to celebrate. I’ll be back with some ice from the machine outside.”
    “Okay,” Monica answered.
    I took the ice bucket and left the hotel room. I hummed, heading down the hallway to find the vending and ice machine. I kept humming the tune as the bucket quickly filled up, and then headed back to our room.
    I was about to step inside, when I saw the door open down the hall and Drew walked out. I turned and leaned against the wall as he approached me, recalling I had promised to talk to him after our salon appointments. It was now a couple hours later, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his explanation.
    “Drew.” I stopped him and put my hand up between us so he wouldn’t get any closer. “Give me a few minutes okay? I just got back and I need a drink. I’ll come and knock in a few minutes, and we can speak in your room.”
    “Sure. I’ll wait.” He ran a hand through his hair and went back to his room. He looked pensive, worried, but I was still peeved at him for showing up.
    I stormed back into my suite and let the door slam behind me. “I can’t believe the nerve of him.”
    “Who?” Monica was already treating herself to a glass of chilled wine from the minibar.
    “Drew. He thinks he can just show up here and I’m going to appreciate it. Why is he even