Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
But as I sped down the freeway, an idea leapt into mind. I’d confront Cameron Savage himself. He’s rich, but he’s not all-powerful. He’s not God. He needs to see the devastation he’s wreaked upon my family, not to mention the humiliation suffered by my mom. Grace has aged ten years in the last two, and he deserves to get a tongue-lashing if nothing else. Who cares if he fires her from the laundry department? There are plenty of jobs like that around the Strip.
As my car pulled up to the hotel, a sudden pang of fear lanced through my heart. Was I really up for this? After all, Le Palms is enormous. There are huge palm trees planted in a semi-circle before the silver high-rise, and each one likely cost thousands of dollars, seeing that they were imported from a far-away place. Not just that, but the other cars pulling into and out of the hotel’s circular driveway were fancy. There were Bugattis, Ferraris and Lamborghinis, not to mention the occasional Rolls. These weren’t your usual luxury cars; these were la crème de la crème, each vehicle worth at least a few hundred thousand.
Thus, it was with trembling legs that I parked my Jetta in a spot over to the side before striding to the hotel’s front doors. Once again, I almost lost my nerve. The men and women who passed me all seemed to be dressed to the nines as they laughed and talked. The women wore mini-dresses or ball-gowns, often in jewel tones with lots of sequins. The men were dashing in perfectly-cut tuxedos, the white dress shirts highlighting their tanned skin.
Meanwhile, there was me. I’m not tanned at all. Instead, I’m as pale as a ghost, although my lips are deeply pink and my lashes and brows a medium chestnut. My hair is a golden blonde, and most days it’s back in a ponytail. But in my rush, it pooled around my shoulders, coasting over the lumpy sweater and jeans I wore.
Nonetheless, I put my head down and stormed into the casino. Lights flashed everywhere, and the sound of coins clanking seemed to ring out from every corner. Were those sound effects, or were people really playing the slots with that kind of frequency? I jerked my head. Cameron Savage wouldn’t be here. He would be somewhere hidden away and remote, watching the action.
Slowly, I crept around the casino. To be honest, it was a maze, and it took me quite a while to get my bearings. But finally, I located a map and was able to see a blank area where it looked like there was nothing. Ah-ha! the voice in my head reasoned. That must be where corporate offices are located.
Following the map, I made my way towards the pulsing beat of Le Savage, the nightclub. The offices had to be around here somewhere. There were lots of locked doors, but one set of double doors to the side were open, and I pushed them wide before letting myself into a brightly-lit hall. I wandered in towards the back, and then randomly began trying doors. Nope, most of them were locked. Meanwhile, the lights grew dimmer and then, I entered a plush walkway off to the left.
Almost tiptoeing, I made myself down the hall to an unmarked door at the very end. The music from the nightclub was still audible, but it was faint. The walls here must have been sound-proofed, and I was willing to bet that Cameron Savage’s office would be as quiet as library, with its thick, lush carpet and overstuffed furniture. Finally, I stopped before the door and raised one hand to knock. To my surprise, my knock came out firm and decisive, and upon hearing the raps, a deep voice sounded from within.
“Come,” it said.
My heart began to pound. Holy cow, was this the lair of Cameron Savage himself? Knees shaky, I turned the doorknob and stepped in to meet the king.
4
Cameron
Holy shit, the girl is beautiful. She’s dressed in rags, but even the rags can’t detract from the perfect symmetry of her features, and the lush lips that have me raging with a hard-on within seconds. I was ready to devour her but then those lips opened to speak.
“Cameron Savage?” she asks in a challenging voice.
I smirk.
“That’s me.”
Her brows lower and storm clouds descend.
“My name is Madeline Mitchell,” she says in a huff. “And I’ll have you know that you just destroyed the soul of a beautiful woman who didn’t deserve it.”
I raise my brows in amusement as the door slams shut behind her.
“I’m sorry? And would this beautiful woman be you?”
The blonde shakes her head furiously.
“No, it’s not, and I don’t appreciate you making fun of me. For your information, the woman I’m talking about is my mother, Grace DeWitt Mitchell, and you have officially ground her into dust with your abominable treatment of her.”