THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION

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ill pan out. I'm a resident of the "city of sin," once known as Las Vegas. Furthermore, I have no idea

her was my only female role model until my real mom passed away when I was just two years old. While doing a range of odd chores hasn't been enjoyable,

jerks, and I could tell that my supervisor and coworkers didn't think much of me. Except Chloe, that is. Chloe was a huge assistance to me. The elderly woman is a longtime patron of the

listens to me, which saddens me but is also real. I sometimes feel as though no one is able

on from my brow. The mindless labour is the finest thing about the Pink Flamingo, aside from Chloe,

d to leave. Dad has always struggled with gambling. He has always been greedy and self-centred. But he's mine. In the entire world, he is my sole family. Even after he lost everything in an a

e an effort to understand who I am. Even though the Pink Flamingo is a dilapida

a, my

ay. My cheeks warmed as a hot, frustrated tear streamed down my face, too strong to

rown curls away from my face. I put a litt

rowdy visitors who only wanted a room to trash and washing the floors. The amount of times I've had to get rid of trash that made my stomach turn over is

tered it. However, Danny, our manager, didn't seem to care and threatened to fire her if she didn't return to work as soon as possible following her operation.

eathing in the smoke, Chloe took

o. But you have an entire life ahead of you, which is the only thing th

e so glamorous and that I should be like them-beautiful, curvaceous, and covered in diamonds. Now that I'm eighteen, I might have reached the bustier portion of my body, but beauty and diamonds are nonexiste

m in the air and pi

leach-blonde brows, Chloe inquired. I sadly laughed and turned to face my hands. The blue cleaning solution we used

for it or what I would do," I said, lowering my gaze to avoid catching Chloe's attention. These kids weren't just randomly drawn to college. It was that easy: either t

hat I yearned for deep down inside.

ssing what I had just told her. She

wever, nothing should stop you from doing it if that's w

The wall paper was peeling in the corners and looked to be at least thirty years old. The carpet was d

eet deliberately, brushed off my jeans, and reached out to pick Chloe up. She put a

s she said, her clouded blue eyes grew wide. Her only motivation for staying at the Pink Flamingo was her son Lewis's meth addiction. She made several attempts to mo

find something." I got back

well, and I know they have training! Chloe c

" I muttered. "It gives me the f

al assistance?" Chloe recommended. "I've heard that some of those initia

ely attempting to assist, she would never be able to comprehend. With my dad being dependent on me and me having no mo

you choose, I know the universe will bring yo

hope so," wit

ck to her own work. I sat there for a minute, imagining w

head snapped up, and I winced to find our manager

, I answered. Danny placed his hands

y you haven't gone to the bathroom yet. Those floors are filthy, and guests come

lthough Danny wasn't all that scary, I had long since disco

duating from high school, do you i

ld." I gave a lo

lollygagging." With a disgusted moan,

down on my hands and knees and cleaned the filthy flooring mercilessly. They were soiled from muddy

source of income, yet I couldn't help but wish for a life outside of it. At these moments, memories of my previous travels with my stepmother would suddenly come back to me. I cl

o see me dancing around with a feather fan because of my rou

t like crazy. I didn't want to be stuck in this place with no other options in life, like Chloe was. However, I coul

ed in the direction of the motel's entrance. I'd man