Safiyya was a bit nervous when she stepped off the plane. She had done something rather unforgiveable to her family. But Alex, or Trashygrappler as she knew him as, kept assuring her that she was an adult and she had the right to make her own decisions.
Her father had no right to keep her from going abroad for a convention now that she was eighteen, and she agreed wholeheartedly with the statement even if she herself didn’t have the courage to actually go through with it on her own.
Her friend proved more capable than she initially thought. And despite not believing all the shit he had told her over the past year or so of them knowing each other, she was starting to think that, maybe. Just maybe he was telling the truth.
It was confirmed when she touched down at the Las Vegas airport. Frankly, she had no idea who she was looking for. And in her mind she had assumed that Trashygrappler was a heavyset fellow, perhaps not necessarily good looking, or potentially even ugly, most likely wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. Probably something merchandise related.
Luckily for her, Alex knew exactly what she looked like, as he had seen her in person at dinner without her even realizing it. And because of this, she was stunned when a tall, handsome, athletic blonde haired and blue-eyed man approached her, dressed in clothing that could be described as both designer and aesthetically pleasing.
“Dark Rose, is that you?”
Safiyya stood in shock as she looked at Alex. He was not the least bit who she expected, and was quick to ask if he was playing a prank on her.
“Wait, a second… You’re Trashygrappler?”
Alex chuckled when he heard this, while nodding his head in confirmation, all while making a joke about his username.
Safiyya was naturally wearing some rather modest and expensive clothing. Which Alex had properly chosen a word that would appeal to her sensibilities as a little princess. She slightly blushed and looked away from Alex, not willing to admit that maybe he wasn’t so full of shit about being the son of a billionaire who owned casinos and an airline.
Alex quickly grabbed the girl’s bags and effortlessly lifted them into the air, despite their weight. While assuring her that if she needed anything else, it was on him during her stay in Vegas.
“Alright, so I’ve got you set up at the Presidential suite at the same hotel I stay at. It’s the floor just below the penthouse. If you have forgotten anything on your journey here, or need anything extra for the convention just let me know. Speaking of which, here you go. This is for you.”
Alex then handed the woman her ticket to the event and the VIP pass with it. She was amazed he managed to get his hands on such things considering they had been sold out for months and he had supposedly acquired them last minute. Prompting her to quickly ask how this was possible.
“Hold on, I checked the prices on these months ago. They have been sold out forever! How did you get one?”
Alex smirked smugly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own VIP pass as well, before stuffing it back in his pocket after the girl saw it and stared in awe. He then quickly explained how this was possible.
“My mother owns the convention center, which the company is renting out for the event. I could get as many VIP passes as I want despite them already being sold out. Now come on, let’s get going. It’s been a long flight, and I bet you want nothing more than to take a shower and hop into bed. Jet lag is a fucking bitch, ain’t it?”
Saffiya scurried after Alex, where the security guards he now kept with him at all times within vegas quickly grabbed the bags from him and put them in the trunk of one of the armored SUV’s that formed a convoy around the limousine. The girl was shocked, as this was the same level of security her father kept around at all times. Quickly causing her to ask why Alex felt such a need.
“Hold on, this is your security? Why do you need such a thing?”
Alex looked at the girl as if she was dumb, before reminding her of what he had said to her a few days ago.
“Do you perhaps suffer from short-term memory loss? It was just a few days ago I told you this. But some bastard recently tried to have me killed. I’m currently in the process of getting back at him, but for the time being I’m taking every precaution I can to prevent another attempt on my life. Oh btw, let’s take a selfie real quick!”
Without waiting for the girl’s permission, Alex wrapped his arm around her as he pulled out his phone and took a picture. She was obviously flushed in the photo, while Alex wore a charming smile. After which quickly sent the text message to the girl’s brother, who was the target of his vengeance, along with a provocative caption.
He did this so quickly that Safiyya whose attention was still drawn to the security guards, didn’t notice. After which Alex opened the door to the limousine which they were taking back to the hotel, which itself was armored and protected against a variety of threats.
Once inside, Alex poured a glass of vodka for himself, asking the girl if she wanted a drink. As well. Seeing as this was her first opportunity to drink alcohol in her life, Safiyya gave into the peer pressure, and had half a glass of vodka. Which was more than enough to get a natural lightweight, and an inexperienced drinker like herself quite intoxicated.
Causing her to lean on Alex’s shoulder, where she once more didn’t notice the man take a photo of her and send another provocative text to her brother, who by now was threatening to kill Alex. She would later arrive at the hotel, where Alex would not pursue the girl any further. Instead of putting on the façade of a gentleman as he helped her to her room.
After which he left, where he spent the rest of the night out with Emily.