Tough Luck: A New Adult Billionaire Romance (The Vegas Billionaire Obsession Series Book 3) Read Free

waiting, and Max signaled to take our things up. Max was pleasant and talked all the way up the elevator, but I felt some awkwardness toward Drew. We were probably all a little tired, but no one sleeps in Vegas, and I sure wasn’t going to miss out on my spa appointment.
    Our room was closer to the elevator than the men’s. We said our brief good nights, and Monica and I filed in after the bellman dropped off our things. Again, Max insisted he would take care of the tip. Monica waved and closed the door, and I collapsed on the nearest sofa as she explored the rooms.
    “Omg, Les, this place is huge!” she said when she came back. She grabbed my arm and tugged for me to follow her. “Look! Floor to ceiling windows, a stunning panoramic view of the Strip, two bedrooms with plush, heavenly king beds, and another sitting room at the other end of the unit. Can you believe it? And did you notice? We have our own separate bathrooms, all marble and with Jacuzzis, no less.  There’s a kitchen over here too. Les. Why aren’t you freaking out about this?”
    “Everything’s beautiful, Monica.”
    “So what’s the problem?”
    She stopped in my master bath and activated the bidet to get my attention. If I weren’t so wound up about Drew, I’d be impressed. Pulling almost all my body weight behind her, she led me through the kitchen to the larger sitting room, and stood beside the minibar.
    “Need a drink? Come on Les, look at where we are. Why are you moping at a time like this?”
    “It may have something with my best friend tipping off Drew about our trip. Or that he has a brother who’s not only a billionaire, but about to star in my favorite reality series. Oh wait, it could be that I’ve slept with him and I don’t know a damn thing about him, yet he knows every intimate detail about me.”
    “Come on, hun. Don’t be like that. Did you guys talk down in the lobby just now?”
    “No. He said he’ll tell me everything when I’m back from our salon appointment.”
    She looked at her watch and her eyes bulged. “Right! We have ten minutes to make our appointment! Let’s go. He’s a good guy, Les. Just give him a chance to explain, and don’t think about it now. Besides, it’s time for your head to toe makeover!”
    Clearly Monica knew more than she was letting on, and if she wasn’t spilling to me, it meant there was something bad in the mix.

Chapter 3
    Drew
    We made our way into Max’s suite and he showed me to the guest room. He was a regular in Vegas, so the hotel would make the same room available to him at every visit. We had a lot to catch up on, but my mind was elsewhere—on Leslie. As she had a spa appointment, who knows how long she would be. I did my best to put her out of my mind, went out to the living room, and focused on the business at hand.
    “Have a seat, Drew,” Max called from the full bar in the corner of the room. Care for a drink?”
    “I’ll pass for now, thanks. So tell me what this is all about, Max. Why did you want to meet here, when we could have sat down in Dallas last week, or months ago when Mr. Gorber died?”
    I still called the man Mr. Gorber. He was supposedly my biological father. I had no recollection of him at all. My mother divorced him when I was two, and won sole custody of me. She moved and remarried, and changed my last name to Masterson so we could all be a big happy family, I guess. She only decided to tell me about Mr. Gorber when he died three months ago.
    Talk about the bubble you’ve known as your life being pricked until it bursts. Not only did I find out I had a different father—which was enough of a shock—but the man was an oil tycoon, who my mom said was nothing but horrible to her. I wasn’t there so I have no frame of reference, but I had to believe her. Up until the moment before she told me, she and Richard Masterson were the most kind, honest, and nurturing parents to my sisters and me.
    But now, I also had a younger brother, Maximillian,