Wild Luck (Vegas Billionaire Obsession #2)

The Vegas Billionaire Obsession Series Book 2

Chloe Grey

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Wild Luck (The Vegas Obsession Series, #2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

“Her numbers were up, and it was time to choose.”

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Leslie

“D
id you lose something?”

I whipped the flashlight around and pointed it at a man. It was Paul, Mindy’s husband. He was gazing at me curiously.

“Uh...” I replied, unsure of what to say.

It made no sense to point out that I had a multi-million dollar ticket and was out here looking for it so late at night. That would surely cause mass hysteria in the apartment complex, no matter the time.

“I thought I lost my car keys, but they were here in my pocket this whole time.” I laughed nervously, checking his eyes to see if he was buying it.

He cocked his head, and the way he looked at me, I was convinced this only confirmed his theory that I was an old hag. Old
and
forgetful.

“Glad you found it. See you around,” he mumbled, walking off.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn’t make me feel any better about the ticket. I was sure the ticket was there. It had to be. I turned back to the items that were laid out on the passenger seat. I looked through them one more time, but discovered nothing new. Placing them back in the glove compartment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Drew had something to do with it. Or maybe I was looking for someone to blame, and he was an easy target. He was the only other person to drive my car after buying the ticket. And no matter how amazing he made me feel last night, he stole my job, so what would stop him from stealing my ticket?

I locked my car and walked back to my apartment. It was close to midnight, but I didn’t care. Drew owed me some answers. And I was not waiting for morning to settle this. I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway, wondering what happened to my winning ticket. I grabbed my purse and headed back to my car. Chances were I would be interrupting him again. I couldn’t see that man sleeping alone, not even for one night, even if he did rock my world last night. I wanted my ticket found. This needed to be solved and it needed to be solved now.

***

Drew

T
he sound of a doorbell tore me from a restful sleep. It had been a whirlwind since Friday, and I had barely slept the whole weekend. From dealing with divorce court to fixing Leslie’s car and then making love to her, I couldn’t deal. It was the second time she kicked me out. How could she kiss me, drive me insane with her sweet lips, make passionate love to me and then tell me to get the hell out?

I felt used and discarded. But it was my own damn fault. I’m the one who showed up at her door, what the hell did I expect? Anyway, it was worth it. The woman had a way of making my body feel things I never knew possible. She had a hold on me, and maybe I liked that, after not being able to feel anything but resentment for so long.

I looked over at the clock. “Midnight...” I mumbled. “Who could be here at midnight?”

I stumbled out of bed as the doorbell sounded again. “Coming,” I called out.

I knew I sounded grumpy, but after falling asleep on the couch during a movie, I had decided to pack it in and went to bed earlier than normal. That was some of the best sleep I’d had for a while, and some son of a bitch had the nerve to pull me from it by knocking on my door at midnight. Hell yeah, I was grumpy.

I looked through the peephole when I go to the door. On impulse, I took a step back.
What’s Leslie doing here?
I unlocked the door and opened it up. Leslie had a grimace on her face that looked like she could kill. She pushed past me and let herself in—not that I could ever turn her away anyway.

“Come in,” I mumbled, shutting the door and turning around to face her.

She was dressed in hot pink lounge pants and a white tank top that showed off her gorgeous stomach and the tops of her breasts. The top had the words
Pick Me!
in pink sequins or something shiny, and the words
The Billionaire Takes a Wife
in smaller black lettering. It looked like she had planned on going to bed—who in their right mind would admit to liking that reality series—but changed her mind and ended up driving over to my place. She looked sexy as hell.

“I need to talk to you. Did I interrupt anything?” She glanced past me and looked around the living room, like she was searching for someone... or something.

“No, it’s just me. I have to admit, I’m a little surprised to see you here this late, Leslie. You keep kicking me out. By the way, um, you know you’re, um, dressed in pajamas, right? I mean, you look great, amazing actually, but I thought I’d mention it in case you didn’t know.”

I could admit I liked what I saw. Woke me right up. It was more revealing than her typical work attire. And her breasts. God, they were so perky, I could barely look away long enough to maintain eye contact.

She looked down at her outfit and her face turned red. “I left home in a hurry. I’m sorry for showing up like this.”

I tried to wrench my eyes away from her breasts to look at her, but it was a lot harder than I expected.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” I hesitated, considering telling her she could show up at my door any night if she was dressed like that, but I figured it wouldn’t go over well. She looked upset.

“You look really worried about something. What’s going on?”

“Did you get into my glove compartment?”

“Did I what?”

She caught me by surprise. I had no idea what she was talking about. She asked again.

“No. Why?”

Her face furrowed like she didn’t buy my simple, honest answer.

“Drew, are you sure?”

“Positive. Never touched it. I only drove your car back to work. Nothing else. Well, I did fill it with gas on the way back. It was close to empty. But that’s it.”

“Are you positive?” Doubt was written all over her face at first, but then I saw something far upsetting... She was panicking.

“I’m positive. Look, what’s going on, Leslie?”

“Oh, God. No. This isn’t happening.”

She took in a deep breath, but it didn’t help. Her chest heaved as she panted and brought her hands to her face. I reached out and put an arm on her shoulder and I thought for sure she’d pull away. To my bewilderment, she didn’t. So I pulled her in closer. She rested her head on my chest and that’s when she started sobbing.

“It’s alright, Leslie. It’s gonna be alright,” I said, rubbing her back as she broke down—for reasons still unknown to me.

I waited for her to let whatever it was work through her body. There was no point talking or asking her questions. I just wished my cock wouldn’t have a mind of its own sometimes. I was hard as a rock, and sure she felt it poking against her belly.

After a few minutes she pulled away a little. She kept looking down at the floor, mumbling to herself. I couldn’t make out all the words, other than, “what...do...lost...my chance...lottery.” She scrunched up her face, looking like she was really trying to put the words together to tell me something. I couldn’t figure it out.

“Leslie. Hey. Come with me, okay?” I said, guiding her to the kitchen. “I’ll make a pot of coffee and you can tell me everything from start to finish.”

“It’s late,” she managed to muster up.

“Don’t worry about it. The coffee will do both of us some good. Come to the kitchen and you can tell me what’s bothering you.”

She follow behind me, with some reluctance at first. She slid into a chair at the table, but seemed hesitant about speaking up. I started the coffee maker—I always have it ready the night before so my mornings could go smoothly—and sat in the chair beside her.

“Okay. I didn’t quite understand you a few minutes ago. Want to start again?”

“Okay,” she answered, and took a deep breath. “A few days ago, I bought a lottery ticket. It’s something that I’ve done for several years, but I’ve never won much. I think the most I won was a hundred dollars, and at that time, I had to split it with five other people.”

She was rambling, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to get on with it. I just listened and focused on her.

“I got back to the car and put the ticket into the glove compartment. I know for sure that’s what I did. Without a doubt.”

“So you can’t find it?”

She shook her head.

“I looked everywhere and it’s not in there. I thought maybe you—”

“Stole it?” I finished for her.

She looked embarrassed, but nodded. I didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Well not exactly stole it,” she corrected herself, “but maybe you saw it, or might have moved things around in the glove compartment?”

“And I told you I didn’t.” I felt the heat of anger building up in me, at her assertion. It was good the coffee finished brewing, as I could get up and put a little distance between us.

“I’m sorry, I had to ask.”

“You really think I’m a lowlife jerk, don’t you?” I asked as found two mugs and filled them with coffee.  “I mean, why would I take my Saturday morning to get your car fixed, and then steal a lottery ticket from you? Is that logical?”

“I had to make sure, okay? Now I don’t know what to think.”

As she took a sip from her mug, a glimmer of hope seemed to spread over her face. “How well do you know the mechanic? Maybe he took it?”

“No. He’s a good friend. I doubt he would do that. He couldn’t last as a mechanic if he stole from his customers’ cars, Leslie.”

I took a few gulps of coffee. My mind was still foggy, and I was still a little angry. The caffeine would do me good.

“Do you remember any of the numbers? If you check the winning lottery numbers and they don’t match the ones you played, then it won’t matter. Right?”

She looked up at me as I leaned back on the counter. She didn’t look any happier about my suggestion.

“No. It matters, Drew. I remember every number and... I won.”

Drew

M
y jaw dropped and I nearly spilled coffee out my mouth.

“You won?”

She nodded. “I’ve played the same number for years. I know them by heart. I definitely won. I put that ticket I bought in the glove compartment on Friday, and now it’s not there. If I find it, I won’t have to worry about money as long as I live.”

She seemed hopeful, but only for about a minute before she grimaced again. “But if I don’t find it, I’ll be stuck dealing with the loss and regretting my stupidity every day of my life.”

“Oh wow...” I whispered. I stood there in disbelief. I couldn’t imagine being in her position.

“Are you positive that you didn’t see it?”

“Positive. More coffee?”

“No thanks.”

I took her empty mug and placed it in the sink before turning back to her.

“If I took the ticket and discovered it was a winner, there’s no way I’d still be here. I’d be out celebrating.”

Levity didn’t work. She looked mad as hell.

“I promise you that I had nothing to do with it. Besides, why would I take anyone’s ticket
before
the lottery numbers were drawn? I’d have a better chance of getting hit by a car.”

She seemed to think through the logic, and then met my gaze.

“You’re right. Okay I guess I believe you. It would be so much easier if I didn’t.”

I smiled. At least she was honest.

“I still can’t figure it out,” she continued. “Where’s the ticket? I’m positive I put it in the glove.”

There was nothing I could say. I wanted to give her hope, but I couldn’t make promises that I couldn’t keep.

“Is it possible you took it to work with you?” I asked, taking another sip of my coffee.