Las Vegas - Collateral damage

     Three days later. 

    Treasure island. Petite Suite. Las Vegas. 

      "When again would we meet?"

    The rich voice of the man embroidered with the British accent seemed to be blown across the luxurious room. He kissed her, tasting her lips differently at every time their lips met. He couldn't count the numbers of times they've kissed, but each time had its perks. 

    "Maybe never again."

    Dia meant to disappoint him as said, shortly after she fought her mouth free. His broad face, and well cut nose were contoured at that. 

    "You didn't enjoy the three days?"

    There was this inflection on the 't' sounds as well as the 'ay' in day. One of the things she liked about him. 

     "I guess I do."

    She muttered. She had her eyes glued on him but was very much far away in thought

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