Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“These are all the season ticket holders,” he tells me. “There are also some contest winners and of course the Dallas oil billionaires.” I smile at him when I see someone I recognize.
“Excuse me,” I tell him and walk up to the woman who is staring at her date’s face. “Well, well, well, Cori,” I say, trying to hide my smile. “If it isn’t the woman who had to rush off.” I joke with her when she turns and see me. Cori started out as Kellie’s assistant, and when her manager got fired, she took his place.
“Oh, fuck,” she says. “I had no idea you would be here.” She looks at her date. “Harry, this is Zara.” The man who is wearing this year’s Armani suit holds out his hand. He has his black hair pulled back, and I swear he could be a model, but I know who this is.
“You must be Brian’s brother,” I say, and he just smirks. “I see the resemblance.”
“Well, there goes that secret love,” he says to her and brings her close to him. I see her outfit now. It’s a champagne color that goes low in the front and has an accordion skirt. A black satin belt makes the whole outfit.
“What are you doing here?” she says, bringing her glass of champagne to her mouth. “Doesn’t your family play for New York?” I smile and look down but grab a champagne glass from the passing waiter.
“Testing one, two.” I hear from the speaker and look toward the spotlight that is on a man standing on the stage. “Oh, that’s bright,” he says, laughing. “I want to take a second and thank you all for coming out for our annual casino night.” I look around while the man speaks, and I spot the wives right away. All well dressed and stuck together away from anyone who isn’t them. I’ve seen it time and time again; Karrie has to deal with the cattiness all the time, but with Allison and Vivienne in her corner, no one fucks with her, and we all socialize. “It’s my honor to introduce you to the dealers tonight.” The man starts introducing the players, and when he introduces Evan, I have to smile as I silently clap my hands. He walks up the step to the stage and looks out, waving as he walks over to the other guys and stands with them. The last one out is the captain of the team. “Okay, it’s time to raise some money,” he says. “The players will be around all night, and some might even be your dealer.”
Everyone claps, and the guys come to mingle with the crowd. I watch him make his way around, shaking hands with certain people. I see him passing the “wives crew.” He stops to say hello to who I am pegging as the captain’s wife. It’s almost like watching the movie The Godfather. I see her throw her head back and laugh at something he says and then see her husband come over, and she is, in fact, the captain’s wife. He grabs his wife around the waist and tells him something. The wife calls over a woman who is tall, totally bleach blond, a touch of Botox, a touch of lip fillers, and a lot of tits. She plays shy, and I am so ready to roll my eyes, especially when she tosses her hair.
“This is going to be good,” Cori says next to me. “And to think you wanted to stay in.” She looks at Harry.
“You were the one who didn’t want to come to this,” he says, laughing and then leans in to whisper. “You made me sign a certain contract,” he says, and she turns and puts her hand over his mouth.
“Shut up,” she hisses, and I laugh now. I don’t know how I know Evan’s close, but I do, especially when I feel his hand on my back. “Oh, hello there,” Cori says. “Harry, I would like to spend some of your money, and then I want you to take me for a burger.”
“Excuse us,” he says, looking over at us. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Zara, and it is always nice to see you,” he says to Evan who shakes his hand.
“Thank you for coming,” Evan says to him and then grabs a water bottle from a waiter passing by. “I was looking for you.”
“Well, you found me,” I say, and I’m trying not to let the blonde get to me, but it’s me, so she does. “This looks nice,” I say, looking around, and a reporter comes up to us.
“Hey Evan, how are you?” he asks, and I stand there holding my drink in my hand.
“I’m good. Thanks for asking.” And he walks away. “Did you get anything to eat?”