8
“I said come to Vegas and have a nice time.” Layla fussed. “I said nothing about coming here and getting your behind married.”
Safiya and Darius had returned to the Walden a little while ago. They left the other hotel through an exit she didn’t even know hotels had. On getting here, they entered this one with the same secrecy. She always knew rich people did too much, but this was just extra. In this situation, though, she appreciated it.
When they arrived, two burly men met them. They didn’t speak, but one carried her bag and the other carried his. Julia, his assistant was also there and was rattling things that Safiya couldn’t keep up with. What she did hear – words like court, press and annul – satisfied her.
Darius didn’t take her number, but told her that someone would be in to
