The great-grandfather from his poker table, who introduced himself as Philippe, bid him good night in French as he alighted on the 23rd floor.

Chanyeol gave a slight nod and allowed his body to slack on the wall of the now empty elevator. The solitude provided him with reprieve as he loosened his bowtie, exhaustion now dawning on him. He didn’t even realize that he hadn’t eaten dinner.

The elevator doors stopped at the 32nd floor. As he stepped out, he glanced at his Ulysse Nardin watch, the golden rim blinding his eye for a moment. It was officially 17th of January, his second day now in Las Vegas.

Unbeknownst to him, the elevator next to his also opened.

It was only turning one in the morning, which meant he could still go out, maybe check the party scene...

BAM!

Chanyeol nearly fell over at the strong impact he felt on his back.

“Sorry! I'm sorry!” A small omega apologized profusely after haphazardly bumping into him, glancing over his shoulder in panic.

Chanyeol followed his gaze and saw a slew of burly security men coming out of the fire exit.

In a space of a second, the omega simultaneously grabbed him by the arms, glued his posterior to the nearest door, yanked on his tux and kissed him hard.

Chanyeol felt himself...

Thawing.

His eyes drifted close as he got lost in the ardent brushing of his soft, full lips that he vaguely heard the beefy guards running past them.

This omega was so small, he was completely covering him. His hands gripping the sides of his hips crept up to the smaller one’s delicate neck, caressing the black strands on his nape. He slanted his mouth across the omega’s when he felt small hands pushing against his chest.

Chanyeol’s eyes blinked open in a daze, only to be met by a fatal glare.

“Enjoying yourself too much?” the young omega, who appeared distinctly Asian, retorted in English as he distanced himself from him. He brushed his short, yet lustrous, black hair with his hands.

God, he was beautiful…

Thick, perfectly-shaped eyebrows… big, big eyes… smooth, round cheeks…

That heart-shaped mouth…

Chanyeol was stunned by the intense impulse to run his own hands through the omega’s soft black strands once again, as if his first contact with them had been drastically cut short. He leisurely let his gaze roam on the smal