53. Jace
fifty-three
Jace
“I’M GOING TO VEGAS, BITCHES!”
I watch in amused silence as my girlfriend proceeds to bend over the stairs of my private jet and shake her ass for the world to see.
Sienna cheers for herself, giggling and laughing as our friends cheer and record her behind me. I turn my head, eyeing the guys and smirking as they all find different spots in the sky to look at, the only one with a scrunched up face being her cousin.
I’d planned today so that everyone would arrive at the airstrip before Sienna, surprising her on the tarmac. Sienna jumps and cheers when my flight crew appears at the plane's door, a bottle of tequila and a furry, purple 21 crown in hand.
Like a princess, Sienna curtseys, allowing the crown to be placed on her head and taking the bottle with a loud cheer.
“She is going to be so fucked up…” Cleo mumbles amused by her cousin as Sienna dances her way inside the plane.
“Good, she’s been asking about this trip every day since I brought it up.”
We follow Sienna inside the plane, all of us laughing when she screams, running around the medium sized private jet.
I’d gotten a team of event planners to decorate both the jet and our hotel suite in Vegas before we arrived. Lavender feathers and clusters of balloons and glitter decorate the expanse of my jet. I’m shocked by the amount of purple that covers the green machine, down to the seats and carpet .
“This is the best birthday ever!” Sienna squeals, her eyes bright with excitement as she points to the large banner over the back of the plane with her name printed in glitter.
There’s cut outs of her face in different expressions decorating each seat and two boxes of cookies from The Sweet Tooth on one of the tables.
“She’s definitely not making it to tomorrow. Good luck, Heart,” Ryan says, patting my back as he enters the plane and takes a seat next to Denver in the front.
Shaking my head, I laugh lowly, taking a seat next to Sienna, smiling when she turns to me.
“I’m serious, Jace, this is the best birthday ever.” She frowns, but her eyes are full of light as she pecks my lips.
“Hm…I need a little bit more,” I pout, sticking out my bottom lip as she rolls her eyes.
“Oh fuck you…I can’t wait to see what Vegas has to offer for us.” She sighs, leaning back in the seat, getting fully comfortable.
Strippers.
Vegas has strippers to offer. Male fucking strippers at that.
When Denver told me that she had the best birthday idea for Sienna, I thought she meant getting drunk and hitting up the club—not sitting front row at a Lovely Larry show.
I grimace as some asshole thrusts his leather clad junk in my face, rolling my eyes as the girls cheer for it.
“You’re dead when we’re done,” Derek tells me, swatting away the male stripper dancing in front of him.
I also promised Derek strippers—just not male ones .
“Oh don’t be such a sour bear,” I tease, handing my friend a “Lucky One”, the money that the club provides.
“I need a drink. Want one, blondie?”
“Nah I’m—”
Georgia cuts me off, her arms in the air as she dances with one of the strippers. “HELL YEAH!”
Blondie?
That’s what he calls me!
Scrunching my face, I watch as Derek nods, walking away to get more drinks for him and Georgia, stunned at the pure fact that he’d just ignored me.
My gaze flickers back to the stage and my eyes nearly fall out of my head as I watch Sienna prance onto it.
“What the fuck?!” I shout, standing as hands push me back into my seat. Looking up, I make a horrified face at the smiling blonde.
“Unhand me!”
“No!” Georgia shakes her head at me and Ryan has the nerve to laugh.
“My girl would never— Shit ,” he curses seeing as his girl definitely would.
We all watch—except for Georgia—as all of our girlfriends are led onto the Lovely Larry stage, each of them accompanied by a man in nerdy clothes.
“This is my worst nightmare…” Blake mumbles as Cleo squeals when one of the strippers picks her up.
“Who’s bright idea was this?!” I ask, watching in horror as Sienna laughs on the stage.
“Hers!” Georgia giggles, sipping on her drink as she points at my girlfriend.
In less than five minutes, a few things happen. The stripper instructs Sienna to rip off his shirt, my legs move on their own accord, and we end up on the curb of Lovely Larry’s—banned for life.
“You couldn’t have waited?! I wanted to see the rest!” Georgia groans, stomping her feet like a toddler as the girls agree.
I cut Sienna a sharp look. “What’re you agreeing for?! He groped you!”
Sienna looks down at her feet. “He asked before he did it.”
“And you said yes?! ”
Cleo steps forward. “In her defense, she nodded and then shook her head.”
“Not helping.” I sigh, grabbing a hold of my loose cannon of a girlfriend's hand. I need to keep her right beside me. One minute she’s dancing, then the next a Lovely Larry stripper is grinding on her.
Sienna pouts as I pull her close, her golden dress shining under the Vegas dome as we walk.
“We can’t call it a night! We didn’t even party or kiss! How can we call it a night when we haven’t kissed?” she asks, puckering her lips at me.
Sighing, I lean down and peck her.
“She’s right—we need shots!” Derek cheers, already past his limit of one beer as he and Georgia stumble together.
“WOO HOO! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!” Georgia cheers, dancing against Derek as he body rolls.
What the fuck is up with them?
“Are y’all down for another club?” I ask the guys, completely ignoring their drunken girlfriends.
Ryan and Blake look between one another before shrugging.
“Eh…Why not? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” Blake shrugs, holding Cleo up as she joins in Derek and Georgia’s dancing, creating an odd, three-way body roll.
Grimacing, I hold Sienna's hand tighter, so she doesn’t join them and we over head to LUX, Asa’s newest nightclub in Vegas.
LUX is filled to the brim with people, the four-story nightclub on the top of The Portsmith, one of the most luxurious hotel chains in the world, is all anyone can talk about.
The first two floors are huge with couches and small sections on the bottom floor and clear LED boxes for sections on the top two, overlooking the bottom. The lights in the club are set to purple tonight, and every single person in the venue is dancing their hearts out.
I laugh as the girls dance their way to the elevator and grin as I let us up to the rooftop club, exclusive to VIPs only. Up here, the party is lively and full of A-list celebrities, athletes, and young moguls. The true elite of our world .
“Oh my…He’s here,” Cleo gasps, frantically slapping at Denver's chest, her eyes trained on a man standing a few feet away, drink in hand.
Denver’s eyes bug out, tracking the man's every movement as she stands ramrod straight. “No. Freakin’. Way.”
My girlfriend being the nosey woman that she is, looks around everywhere, and when I gesture in the right direction, she gasps.
“Eren Marlowe?” Sienna’s jaw drops as she stares the F1 driver down.
“He isn’t all that.” Blake rolls his eyes, trying to tug Cleo away, but she is immovable.
“How’s my bow? Is it centered?”
“The fuck it is,” Blake tuts, dragging her away as Sienna tugs on my hand.
“So many tattoos…” Denver drools as Ryan scoffs.
“I have tattoos.”
I hold in my laugh as he pouts, grabbing hold of Denver's hand and pulling her away.
“Do you want to go talk to him?” I ask Sienna, already knowing she’ll say no. She isn’t into sports like that, the others are—
“Hell yeah! Do you think Alejandro Sanchez is here, too?”
How the hell does she know Sanchez? That’s it…no more Cleo time for her. She’s pulling my girl down the wrong path.
“On second thought, I think we should just get some drinks.”
Derek and Georgia have already beat us to the chase, throwing back shot after shot at the bar.
On the other side of the room, I watch with a content smile as Blake tries his hardest to not fanboy over Luka Espinosa—the leader of Twisted Vipers—while also trying not to let Cleo go after Eren Marlowe.
Ryan on the other hand, has failed his mission, standing like a sad and kicked puppy as he listens to Denver drone on about something to the F1 racer.
Once Sienna and I get a few drinks, we settle in a spot near the balcony. She sips her pina colada, eyes on the stars as I drink my Manhattan behind her, my casted hand wrapped around her waist.
“This has been perfect, Jace. I mean it. Thank you for today and every day before it.” She sighs, resting her honey blonde dyed hair against my chest .
I chuckle at the sight of it, grinning down at her. “Anything for you. Happy birthday, Sienna.”
“Five!”
“Four!”
Sienna turns in my arms, her eyes bright.
“Three!”
She tilts her head up, smiling.
“Two!”
She gets on her tippy toes, arms thrown around my neck.
“One!”
She kisses me just as the New Year comes in.