Page 43 of Billionaire In Vegas

“Just how convenient was it that your dad would send me to Vegas and you would come along? How convenient that he was dying.”

“You’re trying to say my dad planned all of this? That he’s faking his own impending doom?” He scoffed, “Tell me you don’t actually believe that, Lacey.”

"I don’t know what I believe,” I said. “I just know I can’t continue with this farce anymore.”

“Farce? What I feel for you isn’t a farce.”

“Really, Jude? Is that what you really believe? Because you weren’t even interested in me before all this—before this stupid ruse.”

“That’s not true—”

“Don’t lie. Seriously, don’t do this.” He grabbed my arm stopping me from moving. “Listen to me, Lacey.”

“No! I’m tired of this charade. I want out, ok.”

“But Lacey, I need you—“

“I’m sorry about leaving Ophelia’s Angels in a bind, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to raise enough money to keep it going.”

“This isn’t about that—”

I was done listening. “I can’t do this.”

I stuck my hand out and flagged a taxi.

One stopped for me immediately and I climbed in.

I didn’t make eye contact with Jude and as I slid into the taxi; I knew I was never going to see him again. Despite myself, I couldn’t stop from looking behind me. I saw him standing there just staring after me.

I hated the way I felt at that moment. With a heavy heart, I began to sob.