All Chapters of 7 Deadly Sins series: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carson After introductions, Warner demands we hang out at the MGM Grand before we do anything else. He’s the stereotypical diva, an attitude that comes with the territory of being a lead singer in a popular band. As far as he’s concerned, he must always get his way. Apparently, he promised some drunk millionaire last night that he’d return to play poker tonight, so we head across the street.The Vegas heat has cooled off as the sun sets. The energy of the city is alive and vibrant as crowds of tourists hustle around us. Strolling models with huge, towering feather wings stop for photos and other entertainers amuse passersby.Montana and I hang to the back of the group while her friend seems at home, entertaining the rest of the guys with her quick wit and wide smile.“We’ll give him an hour or two tops,” I promise Montana. “And, we don’t have to stay with him at the poker table. There’s plenty to do and see in the MGM.”Sh

CarsonSliding back onto her barstool, Montana thanks us for ordering another round, noting glasses of water are now on our table.“What’s in the bags?” Peyton asks, eyes glued to the large bags at Eli’s feet.He dips his hands into one, handing red cowboy boots to Peyton. From the other bag, he passes brown boots with jade embellishments to Montana.“Why did you buy us boots?” Montana asks, her head tilted to one side, eyes like lasers on Eli.“I dare you to perform your state fair winning routine.” He smirks back at her. “You mentioned you can’t dance in sandals, so I found you boots.”Montana shakes her head. “You didn’t just find us boots. You bought us boots. And I can tell these are expensive, too.”“Don’t mind her,” Peyton says, patting Eli’s arm. “I absolutely love them.”“So, you’ll dance?” he asks, face lighting up with the possibility.“Um…” Montana hops back into the conversation. “New boots give blisters, especially without socks.”Clearly, she h

Montana I marvel at Carson’s patience in corralling his band mates from Nobu into the limo. The three are easily distracted by other patrons, hot women, and their cell phones as we exit the restaurant.Warner informs the group he wants to head to a poker table instead of the night club.Carson reminds the group, “Meredith scheduled an appearance for us tonight. We can’t back out.”“Two hours,” Jake pats Warner on the back. “After two hours, we’ll head to the casino.”They don’t look to Carson for approval.While the others climb into the limo, Carson turns to me. “Meredith is supposed to be with us for all public appearances. I’m gonna let her have it about ducking out tonight.” He shakes his head in frustration then motions for me to climb inside. **** Upon exiting the Hummer, a hotel staff member immediately greets us and instructs us to follow her. She leads us through a maze of ha

Montana When the limo stops at our hotel, I breathe a sigh of relief. Crowds are not waiting for us. One by one, we climb from the back. Eli and Warner require help, having had much more alcohol than the rest of us.“The poker tables will have to wait until tomorrow.” Meredith informs Warner. Surprisingly he puts up no fight.“Party in the penthouse,” Eli cheers.“Count me out,” Carson replies. “I will walk Montana and Peyton to their room then write lyrics in my room the rest of the night.”“Actually, if it’s alright with you,” Peyton places her hands on my shoulders, “I’d like to join them in the penthouse for a while.”Her green eyes search mine while pleading for me to agree. When I nod, she kisses me on the cheek.“You’re the best.” Then, she turns to Carson. “You’ll see she’s safe in the room?”“Of course,” he promises, his hand taking mine.“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I warn Peyton

Montana Peyton enters the elevator first, presses the button for the casino, then leans against the rail on the left side of the car. Carson’s hand never moves from the exposed skin at the small of my back. The warmth from his strong hand heats my entire body.Man buns were never my thing. However, Carson sports one today, and I’m loving it. Holy hotness. Who knew he could look even better than yesterday?His dark dress pants cling tight to his thighs and glutes. His button-down, royal-blue dress shirt accentuates his athletic build. His biceps bulge against the silky fabric. My breath catches at the thought of that fabric brushing against my bare skin.“Everything okay?” Carson asks me.As we descend to the casino level, I cover my mouth to hide my giggle. In the metal reflection on the opposite wall, I see Carson raise an eyebrow and erupt with laughter.“She’s always uncomfortable in qui