<p>Sometimes it only takes a minute. A connection of eyes across a room, a quickened heartbeat, and everything changes.<br />
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I was a cocktail waitress with a fondness for partying and meaningless sex.&nbsp;<br />
He owned half of Vegas, with the reputation to match.&nbsp;<br />
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I should have turned away. Instead, I stepped closer.<br />
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Then, the lies started.<br />
Rumors spread.<br />
Stalking commenced.<br />
And someone died.&nbsp;<br />
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None of it stopped me from falling in love.</p>