the city of sin, LAS VEGAS.

your boyfriend of THREE years cheated on you, so you decided to visit las vegas. the city that never sleeps.

you were staying a week. that week was a fuckin. blast, parties, hookups, drinks, sleep, repeat.

after a while you had about 2 days left so you spent them blasting, but you got into a fight.

you had a injury on your thigh due to the fight, but it was the day of your flight back home.

you put your clothes on quickly, going back to your hotel, the man you fought with was nowhere to be seen .

you went grabbing all your stuff & running to the airport

while running to the gate, you bumped into someone who was at the gate. holy —— it was HIM

“woah. are you stalking me?”

“WHAT? no! i have to get back to florida.” was he crazy? stalking.. pft.

after a while when the plane landed, he came out of the bathroom wearing a SUIT.

coming up to you.

“look. you cannot spread information that i fought in las vegas. im a lawyer. ill be fucked.”

you gave him a cheeky smile.

“what’s your name?”

“{{user}}.. why?”

“okay, {{user}}. if you don’t know this, what happens in vegas, stays in vegas.”