Page 101 of Keep Vegas

“You know who they are.” I kiss her quickly and she smirks at me. “Don’t think about it. I don’t regret a penny, and we always donate the same amount as the bet to the charity of the loser’s choice. I don’t know when I’ll talk to you, but I’m so proud of you.”

“So, ten million is getting donated where?”

“How about GLSEN?” Her face softens, and I adore her more. “Massachusetts based organization to help LGBTQIA kids in high school.”

“Good. And you should tell Laura that as well. Maybe she can donate some of her new windfall too.”

I kiss her quickly. She’s adorable.

Then she realizes what I just said, “Wait, you don’t think you’ll talk to me before graduation.”

I lean back in the car as a cop whistles at us. “Baby, I get out from under all of this and I don’t know what’s in store for me. I’ll call every spare second I’ve got.”

I kiss her again through the window and then I hear, “Tony!? Tony Ladd. Wife number four?” There’s a phone recording me and a giant camera in the background.

Fuck my life.

mak

MAK: We have lots to work on. Like you not paying people shit tons of money for me. I miss you. Sorry about the press. That wasn’t fair. Did your dad freak the fuck out?

T: Hi! I have a fucking guard now. I’m texting from the bathroom on contraband. It’s an underground device just to talk to you. Seriously, it’s a babysitter because I went to Vegas again.

MAK: I miss you.

T: Don’t use my other number. Just use my LW phone.

MAK: Loose Wench? Lilac Waste? Liberty Warrior?

T: Really? Little Witch.

MAK: Hi. Are you ok?

MAK: Good morning. I hope you’re having a better day than I am. Missing you sucks. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on with you.

MAK: Did the LW phone get confiscated?

T: No. Hi. Swamped. I’m so sorry. They’re watching me and there’s a heavier thing happening and I’m trying to get to the bottom of it. I love you and I miss you. I don’t know when we’ll be able to see each other. I’ll understand if you want to back off, this is a lot.

MAK: I love you too. I’m not going anywhere.

MAK: T?

MAK: Are you there? Seriously, you don’t have time to answer me back? That’s ridiculous.

MAK: Ok. I love you and miss you. I hate this.

T: Good morning. I’m thinking about you.

MAK: Hi! Can I call you?

MAK: Tony?

MAK: You there?

MAK: Are you still coming to graduation? It’s been almost a month without you. My vagina is drying up and withering.

TONY: Ha! I don’t know. Things are in turmoil. And I literally have a bodyguard, Toadie. My father needs me to not step out of any lines and I’m fucking trapped. I fall into bed exhausted at night and rush to the office first thing. Trust me when I tell you my cock misses the hell out of your pussy. But not as much as I miss you. I’m so sorry for all of this. This is all getting too much. I don’t know how to get out of it or out from under all of this. I’m trying to get to the other side so we can be together and my life will be my own. I’m so sorry. But it might be a little longer than we expected. Love you.