Stuck with My Grumpy Playboy Billionaire Casino Owner

By Kasia Kain

Brightest of lights, fastest moving city, only in Las Vegas!

But Fame and Fortune always comes with a price.

My motto; if you can't be nice to people, there really is no point.

Snooty, Bossy, Pompous Ass! Oops did I just say nice?

Well that sums up Ryan Paradise.

He has to control everything and everyone.

What a snob he can be.

And yet, he's so handsome he is gorgeous.

He's a self-made billionaire in his forties.

He's been hurt like the rest of us but his betrayal

was deep and by his own brother.

And then I came along and showed him that no matter

what, love can always win over anything…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kasia Kain
• Release date: Dec 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798224884421

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Stuck with My Grumpy Playboy Billionaire Casino Owner

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Kasia Kain

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Contents

1.Unexpected Encounter

1. Brooklyn

2.Forced Collaboration

2. Ryan

3.Conflicting Styles

3. Brooklyn

4.Unforeseen Chemistry

4. Ryan

5.High-Stakes Bet

5. Brooklyn

6.Behind Closed Doors

6. Ryan

7.Vulnerable Moments

7. Brooklyn

8.Tensions Rise

8. Ryan

9.Intimate Confessions

9. Brooklyn

10.The Rehearsal

10. Ryan

11.Turbulent Waters

11. Brooklyn

12.Friends in Need

12. Ryan

13.Jealousy Unveiled

13. Brooklyn

14.The Big Event

14. Ryan

15.Heartfelt Confessions

15. Brooklyn

16.Facing Opposition

16. Ryan

17.Building Bridges

17. Brooklyn

18.Testing Waters

18. Ryan

19.Romantic Retreat

19. Brooklyn

20.The Past Resurfaces

20. Ryan

21.Overcoming Fears

21. Brooklyn

22.Making Sacrifices

22. Ryan

23.Deepening Commitment

23. Brooklyn

24.Second Chances

24. Ryan

25.Surprises and Revelations

25. Brooklyn

26.Resilience and Forgiveness

26. Ryan

27.A Future Together

27. Brooklyn

28.Sealing The Deal

28. Ryan

29.Celebration of Love

29. Brooklyn

30.Happily, Ever After

30. Ryan

The End.

Acknowledgement

To Melanie and Rod

You two are so much fun to hang out with.

I love you both!

To GOD,

because without you,

nothing in my life would make sense.

Chapter 1

Unexpected Encounter

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Brooklyn

Men are scum!

At least, that’s how I feel at work. This is not the first time I have been belittled by men working in this industry. Some of it isn’t intentional, I’m sure, but some of it is. I am the sole owner of an event planning company and have bagged more big events than the average man in my profession.

Pushing the door open to my office, I am fuming with anger after I argued with a snobby team leader of another company. We are supposed to work together for this event as the client has hired two companies with different specialties for their upcoming big event. How am I supposed to do my part if he continues to push back on each of my ideas?

My team and I have been super busy working our way through the event that will be held in Yonkers, New York. Some big-shot billionaire is planning his son’s wedding. Needless to say, this day cannot go wrong. I have worked my ass off to get to this point where my reputation precedes me. My life has been tough, and now, when my business is finally making the waves I intended it to make, I am facing the gender disparity that exists in this corporate world.

Marie, my assistant, is also angry, and she says, Brooklyn, this is the third time that guy is belittling us. I think you should report it to his company. He acts like he knows everything, while most of his ideas are nothing but crap. I don’t understand why men with that type of ego even enter this field when they are not willing to work side by side with a woman.

I take a deep breath. My team is looking to me for leadership. I have to set the tone for how we navigate this situation.

Placing the folder on my table and slumping into the armchair, I rub my temples and say, Marie, trust me, I want to report him, but it will just delay our work. We only have to put up with his shit for a few more days. Let’s just get done with this event. I am so tired of dealing with his nonsense. We are already ninety percent done with the preparation. I look at her and offer her a smile. We can do this.

Marie agrees and says, You are right. You rest a little. I will go and sort some decor that we need. By the way, I am going to order lunch for myself. Do you want some?

Just get me my usual sandwich and a drink, please, I say with my head resting against the chair.

Marie exits after confirming, and I sit in my office with my eyes closed. It’s time for a little pep talk. Event planning isn’t easy because the success of each event depends on how happy the client and guests are, and because of how many moving parts there are that need to be managed.

I can do this. I am Brooklyn Summers, a passionate young entrepreneur who has navigated her way successfully in this field for the past three years. I started as someone who would plan small birthday parties for her friends and family, and later, other people started asking me to plan their events. Some of their friends would also ask me to organize and plan the events for them. I have always had a knack for creativity, and making events memorable and beautiful is my idea of a fulfilling career. With a little encouragement from my family, I decided to start my own event planning business.

Here I am today, flying from one city to another to arrange and plan events for wealthy and influential people, adding warmth and color to their lives. I’ve built a team of go-getters, just like me. We work hard and then we rest easy before gearing up to work again. I love this life I’ve built for myself.

As I wait for my food to arrive, my phone buzzes atop my desk, jarring me out of my thoughts. I lean forward to pick it up.

Noticing an unsaved number, I answer the phone, thinking it might be from a client. As I answer the call with a hello, a gentle voice comes through. Ms. Summers, this is Mark speaking. I am calling from the Paradise Casino in Las Vegas. We are looking for some exceptional event planners for a gala in the casino. Based on your exceptional reputation, my boss would like to have a meeting with you. Will you be available next week for the meeting? I can book the flight for you.

As always, my fingers are already clicking the keys on the laptop to do an internet search for the details of the client. As I enter the casino’s name, all the details pop up on my screen. I’m impressed.

So, Ryan Paradise wants to have a meeting with me?

Yes, Ms. Summers. Please let me know your availability, he says.

Reading the details on the screen, I can see that it is a renowned casino in Las Vegas and is famous for its events. Focusing my gaze on his name on the screen, I say, I have no issue flying to Las Vegas and meeting your boss, but my time is already fully booked.

He is quick to reassure me. We have rejected a lot of event planners before you as they were not up to the mark. Mr. Paradise has a particular eye for detail and is a perfectionist. I believe you will be able to reach his standards. We will certainly make it worth your while. We’ll want you to give him your preliminary idea after observing the casino and designing a layout. I will send you the details via email about the gala and the pictures of the casino’s ballroom.

After pondering for a moment, I say, All right. I can visit Las Vegas next weekend. I am currently dealing with an event that is happening this weekend. If that works for you, you can schedule the meeting.

I’ve never done a casino event before, so the prospect is exciting.

Thanks a lot, Ms. Summers. See you next weekend, Mark answers as if a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, and he hangs up the call after exchanging goodbyes.

My team and I finally manage to pull off the event at hand despite having to deal with a snobby event planner from the other company. I hope I demonstrated to my team that collaboration is possible, even when the other person is doing their best to find fault with you.

My sole focus was to make this event successful and then take a week’s break, as the people from the other company have been getting on my nerves. Men think that a woman cannot be independent, and if she is, they get intimidated by her success. I might be young, but I know I’m damn good at my job.

*******

I always give a week’s rest to my team after pulling off a big event, because event planning requires a lot of effort and all-nighters to make an event successful. The weekend is around the corner, and my team is enjoying their week off while I am sitting in my living room reading the details Mark has sent over and brainstorming ideas. Mark has already scheduled my flight, and I will be landing in Las Vegas on Saturday afternoon.

After looking at the casino’s layout and where the event will be held in the building, I can feel my creative spark taking flight. Depending on the budget, I can make this charity event a night to remember for the guests. I’m more than ready to get started.

Packing myself a small bag with a few dresses and other essentials, I head to bed, mentally preparing for my meeting with Ryan Paradise. I wonder how he is as a person. The picture that appeared on the screen when I searched his casino showed me a broody and aloof man with brown hair and blue eyes. He has a chiseled jawline and a handsome face, but what is on the other side of the picture?

*******

The neon lights of Las Vegas paint the night sky in a wild kaleidoscope of colors, casting an alluring glow over the bustling city. I stand on the sidewalk, heart pounding, a mixture of excitement and nerves coursing through my veins. This is a far cry from the quiet, quaint town I've grown up in, but I'm ready for the challenge, ready to take on the task that has brought me here.

The city is full of electric energy as party goers and vacationers flood the Las Vegas strip. Of course, the casino is located in the heart of all the action.

As the rideshare comes to a halt right outside the casino, I get out of the car, adjusting the strap of my messenger bag, feeling a sense of determination settle over me. With a deep breath, I step into the opulent lobby, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors.

The interior is just as extravagant as I imagined, with crystal chandeliers casting shimmering patterns on the ground. The soft clinking of chips and the hum of conversation surround me as gamblers try their luck at various games. I make my way to the main desk, my heart racing with anticipation.

Excuse me, I'm here to meet with Ryan Paradise, I say to the impeccably dressed concierge.

The concierge raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he offers a polite smile. Do you have an appointment?

I feel a flicker of doubt at his question. I… I don't have an official appointment, but I was told to ask for Mr. Paradise when I arrived.

Before the concierge can respond, a deep voice behind me interrupts. Is there a problem here, Jake?

I turn to find a tall figure approaching us, his presence commanding attention. Brown hair, intense blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and well over six feet tall—it's him, Ryan Paradise. The casino owner. I read stories online of his dominance, his business acumen, and his reputation for control. And now he's standing right in front of me.

No problem at all, Mr. Paradise, the concierge replies quickly, nodding respectfully.

Ryan's gaze fixes on me, and I feel an unexpected surge of nerves. And who might you be? he asks, his tone neutral but laced with curiosity.

Brooklyn. Brooklyn Summers, I reply, doing my best to sound confident. I'm the event planner for the gala scheduled here.

Ryan's lips curl into a faint smile. Event planner, huh? You're not what I was expecting.

I bite back a retort, refusing to let his comment rattle me. And what were you expecting?

Amusement dances in his eyes as he leans against the counter. Someone older, perhaps. Someone with a clipboard and a headset.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Well, I'm not your typical event planner. I believe in getting things done, not just overseeing.

Ryan's smile widens, and there's a spark of challenge in his gaze. I like that attitude. Let's see if you can handle the pressure, Ms. Summers.

My heart races, and I meet his gaze head-on. Oh, I can handle pressure just fine, Mr. Paradise.

We lock eyes in a silent showdown, a tension building between us that's as charged as the electric energy of the city. I'm determined to prove myself, to show Ryan Paradise that I'm more than capable of pulling off the event of a lifetime.

His lips quirk into a half-smile. Very well. Welcome to the Paradise Casino.

Thanks, I answer calming my nerves. Let’s get down to business. Mark told me on the phone that you’d want to discuss things with me after I give you a preliminary idea of my outlook on the event. It’s a charity gala, yes?

He nods, his eyes still suspicious, as if they are searching for something. Grunting, he says, Yes. I will ask someone to show you around, and you can take your time observing the space. Once you are done with your ideas, let’s meet in my office for further discussion.

Sure thing, I answer him with expectant eyes. He guides me into his casino.

*******

Stepping into the casino, a rush of excitement courses through me. The grandeur of the place is even more captivating up close. Crystal chandeliers hang like suspended galaxies, casting dazzling colors of light across the marble floors. I take a moment to collect my thoughts before opening my bag and retrieving a tablet. I approach a nearby seating area strategically positioned to overlook the main gaming floor.

My mind moves fast through ideas that are starting to form as I type my thoughts. All the who’s who will be here. I’m used to designing events for the wealthy, so I focus on the types of amusements and luxuries they would want to have at the charity gala.

Interactive game stations with prizes for guests, I type, envisioning a setup that will bring a taste of the casino experience to the gala attendees. I imagine a blackjack table manned by professional dealers, enticing guests to engage in friendly competition. A mental image of an elegant roulette setup accompanied by waitstaff offering signature cocktails begins to take shape. My gaze shifts to the ceiling, where intricate patterns are woven into the architecture.

I note, Projected light show on the ceiling, mirroring the city's skyline, knowing that such a spectacle will add an immersive and breath-taking touch to the evening. The thought of combining the opulence of the casino with the vibrancy of the cityscape fills me with excitement. As I continue to observe, my eyes catch the reflections of the crystal chandeliers on the polished floor.

Dance floor with mirrored tiles, I note, imagining the stunning visual effect that will be created as guests dance the night away, their movements echoing the lights above. A sense of satisfaction wells up within me as my ideas flow effortlessly. My attention shifts to a nearby bar, where mixologists are crafting elaborate cocktails with precision. I can't help but feel a rush of pride as I relax back in my chair. I'm prepared to take on the challenge of planning an occasion that will make an impression on the attendees as well as the elusive Ryan Paradise.

A waitress comes over to me carrying a platter of treats just as I'm ready to gather my things and leave to meet Ryan.

With a nice smile, the server says, Compliments of Mr. Paradise.

I thank the waitress and select a small dessert from the plate, delighting in the sophisticated flavors. I savor the tasty bite as my eyes once more stray across the busy casino floor. People come here to have fun and to disconnect from their real lives for a while. I want the event to further carry people away from the daily grind and usher them into a space where worries do not exist for that evening.

Gathering my belongings, I ask another casino staff member about Ryan’s office, and he leads me there. Knocking on the door, I calm my racing nerves and fix my dress.

Come in, a deep voice reverberates within the luxurious office.

I inhale and twist the doorknob before entering the lavish office, which is an imitation of the man himself. I take a peek from the doorway while Ryan Paradise is sitting at his desk, concentrating on a stack of paperwork. I look around, staring at the office with wonder. As I go in, he glances up, and his piercing blue eyes lock with mine.

As he raises his head, his lips turn up into a smile, his muscular stature showing through his well-fitted and tailored suit. Motioning me to sit, I take the seat across from him and begin, These are the ideas I have started working with. Let me know if you have anything else to add.

He extends his hand to hold the tablet. As he views my ideas, I take a look around his office.

I've reviewed your preliminary ideas for the gala. Impressive, Ryan begins, and a warmth spreads through me at his praise.

"You have an eye for detail. But remember, this event has to be glamorous and not go