Damon Felix had been in a daze of champagne, girls, and hangovers until reality slapped him in the face. Well, more like Jacqueline Lexington slapped him and her emerald green eyes that were, conveying the most hateful of glares told him he'd been in a daze far too long.

For the past two weeks, Damon had felt more like a bachelor rather than a teenager hiding from his father. He'd traveled from Eastport all the way to Cape Town and back again, hopping from girl to girl, party to party, and yachts to five-star hotels - and woke up in unfamiliar places from condos to mansions but that was only occasionally.

Damon would be lying if he said his life back in Beverly Hills had been on his mind. It was far from the truth. In fact, he'd forgotten everything from Matthew Felix and his rage-filled punches, Erika's bitchy sibling love, Princeton, and even his girlfriend, Jac - and when the thoughts would creep in during the early aftermath of out-of-control parties, Damon would wave it away like a wizard with Tylenol and more champagne.

But now, running into Jac and the slap of reality, he wished he could take back the entire two weeks.

Sheepishly rubbing the side of his face, Damon winced. "Yeah, I deserved that."

"You sure did." Jac replied evenly. She was the same as he'd seen her only weeks ago; still ridiculously beautiful in a damp pink Eres cover-up and jet black hair wet strands down her back. She still wore the scowl she'd had when Damon had accidentally burned her with a cigarette at the Spring Debutante Auction too except the scowl, while calm, was slightly different. Her voice was different too. She spoke evenly but her voice still shook as if she were going to break.

Damon felt the title of 'World's Biggest Asshole,' coming back to hover over his head like a warning sign.

"Jac, I'm-" He tried but the dark-haired beauty was already storming away and he had to catch her arm.

She spun around, shaking off his hand. "Hey? You've been MIA for two weeks and your comeback is 'Hey'?" She snapped accusingly, disgust practically oozing off her voice as if she were discussing a pleather handbag from Macys.

"Well what am I supposed to say?" Damon was certain he'd get slapped no matter what he'd said. Not that he didn't deserve it.

Jac frowned, gazing at him for a moment and Damon tried to guess what she was thinking - but then he quickly remembered Jac wasn't like most girls at Alabaster nor the girls he'd been hanging out with over Spring Break. She was a closed book.

However, something about her now felt painfully open as if the book was midway closed but he could still see a glimpse of a page.

"Nothing, there's nothing left to say." She finally said dismissively, her eyes trailing to something past him but when Damon looked across the glossy, mosaic lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel, all he could see was empty mauve, leather armchairs and a group of businessmen chattering loudly near the revolving doors.

Damon wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. Sure, they hadn't properly broken up before he left - although a cigarette burn and numerous exchanged words might have been enough. However, something had to be said and at the moment, Damon was ready to come back down from the Spring daze and into reality.

"Jac-" He started but she shook her head

"I don't care where you were, who you were with, or why the hell you're even here. Just leave me alone."

"But I'm here for you." It was a lie but sort of true. At least it sounded better than the truth. Like everything else, he'd forgotten about her and had been far too busy soothing his selfish desires - like spending the last bit of thousands on his credit cards and holing up in hotels until the next party.

He had come to Las Vegas for a party hosted by Drake downtown. Now Damon just wanted to kiss Jac and be done with all the arguing. Hell, they could just make up and go to the Drake party together.

Jac's green eyes softened. "Really?"

Damon grinned wryly. "How could I forget your birthday?"

Jac grinned back, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and revealing a Nak Armstrong diamond earring. However, like the five-second sales at Barneys that no one could ever seem to get to in time, Jac's smile withered away quickly, replaced by another accusing scowl. "Do you even remember my birthday or were you too busy relishing in life without your annoying girlfriend?"

"Of course I remember your birthday," Damon said confidently, cautiously taking a step forward. "Its this Saturday."

He quickly realized he'd fucked up when Jac's accusing glare didn't waver. 'Fuck, when is her birthday?' He could have sworn it was this Saturday.

Jac nodded slightly, eyes seeming to bore into his. "That's what I thought."

"Oh, wow!" The two exes turned to see Veronica Conrad sauntering over from the front desk, carrying a green room key. She wore her signature cat-like smile that quickly turned into surprise. It reminded Damon of the needy looks she'd given him the whole night when they hooked up on her father's yacht. "Jac, you didn't tell me Damon was here!"

Jac turned to Damon then, arms crossed and a smile on her face. Damon could tell the smile was the epitome of sarcasm. "He's here and I'm leaving. I'll check the Hilton for Paisely." With that, she sauntered past Veronica, disappearing behind the gorgeous violet Japanese Azaleas that adorned the center of the lobby.

As Damon watched her leave, he instantly remembered her birthday. It was this Friday. 'Dammit, one day off.' He had been far too caught up in the Spring Break daze to remember which car in his personal garage was his favorite let alone birthdays. He'd been practically living a different life.

"So, Damon, if you're here, where's Erika? I kind of want to surprise her." Veronica asked slyly, swinging the room key in her hand like a cowgirl's hat.

"Probably sitting on a throne in Hell." Damon mumbled, hardly hearing the girl as he quickly followed Jac, pushing the wooden revolving doors out into the brisk night, warm Summer air wisping in his face.

The front of the Four Seasons Hotel was as busy as the lobby. Taxis adorned the curb of the Las Vegas strip like a parade, tourists and the occasional well-dressed party goers pouring out of them despite the late hour. The hotel's parking lot was more exquisite, full of limos, Rolls Royces, and Lambos glistening under the bright lights of the towering buildings along with chauffeurs anxiously pouring into the parking lot with even more luxurious vehicles.

Damon immediately spotted Jac near the curb of the skyscraper hotel, eyes glued to her phone as she dialed a number.

"I'm sorry, okay?" He called and Jac turned around, still sporting a hardened look. "Is that what you want to hear?" Damon continued and then quickly stopped himself. 'Of course that's what she wants to hear, you asshat.'

"You left, Damon," Jac said, voice still calm and cool without even a dash of anger this time. "You told your Dad you wanted to go to St. Larks and I was the last to know and as it turns out, I guess you were lying since you're actually here. Shocker."

Damon frowned. "St. Larks? I didn't tell my Dad I wanted to go to St. Larks."

"That's not what your Dad told me." Jac tsked, crossing her arms. Damon could clearly see the glow of her Windows phone in her hand, the number she was dialing still shining brightly on the screen; 'Western Cab Company.' 'Since when did she start taking peasant transportation?'

"It was a cover up," Damon explained. When it was apparent that he just might get his ass handed to him in Juvie after all, Mr. Felix had come up with a cover story because it was far too embarrassing to have all of Beverly Hills know there was a Felix in jail. "I was actually sent to Juvie for crashing the Corvette."

It was the entire truth. After crashing the Corvette - one of his father's most beloved cars - after Brett Richer's party, he'd had a charge hanging over him for weeks. The only way to keep the sword from coming down was to get into Princeton and Erika Felix had destroyed his chances with a simple curtsy.

However, Jac only glared as if he'd just told her he was a big purple elephant who sold crack for a living. "The Juvie excuse has already been used. Get a new one."

"I'm serious. Just let me explain." Damon pleaded.

To Damon's relief, Jac's expression softened again and she took just a half-step forward. "If you were sent to Juvie, then why are you here?" She asked softly.

"Because I paid off a cop. I had to stay out of the city or my Dad would find out and kill me." Although if Matthew Felix found out he'd ditched his punishment, he wasn't dead. He was worse; cut off and Damon couldn't imagine life without money.

Jac sucked in a breath and just as it seemed like she was going to practically fall into his arms, she quickly reverted back to a glare. "And instead of letting me know, you just disappeared."

"No it wasn't..."Damon trailed off before he could say something that would make Jac practically walk into the street just to get away from him. It wasn't like Damon could really do anything. If he had told Jac where he was going, it could have gotten back to his father that he hadn't really gone to Juvie. Or at least he was telling himself that to feel less like a jerk. In the back of his head, it was clear. He just wanted an excuse to have fun - the fun guys with girlfriends weren't exactly allowed to do.

Why was he such an asshole?

He finished with the safest thing he could say, what he'd been saying for so long it was like a built-in reflex. "I'm sorry."

Jac only gave him a blank stare. Damon could tell it was supposed to be indifferent but he could still see what was behind it. Jac was different now. She was two pages in a book that gave away one of the most huge cliffhangers of the story. Damon used to think she was hiding hurt and maybe she had been but now she was hiding something more than that.

"I got the text," She finally said. "You made your point."

Damon's brows furrowed."What text?"

"You don't mean anything to me. Just forget about us," Jac recited like a robot reading her programming. At that moment, a yellow taxi cab parked on the curb of the luxurious Four Seasons Hotel, the driver hidden by tinted windows blowing the horn. Like a peasant who knew her way around the streets - and cheap transportation - Jac pulled open the passenger door, not even flinching when she slowly slid on to the cheap pleather seat. "Good thing I already have."

She shut the door then and Damon watched in defeat as the taxi drove away, sticking out like a knockoff among Jimmy Choos on the Las Vegas Strip full of luxury cars.

Damon would have told her he had no idea what she was talking about. That he had never sent a single wealthy soul in Beverly Hills a text message - that was the whole point of disappearing after all. Not that it mattered as he'd lost his phone while high on E at a party in Manhattan. However, all he could focus on was her last words.

While it sounded completely inconsiderate, Damon had never been worried when Jac practically swore him away. Maybe it was because they both knew they were lying. All the 'Fuck you's meant 'I love you so much it hurts,' and all the 'It's over's,' meant 'I'm coming back as soon as I realize no one compares to you.'

But Jac was different. She was an open book and the pages Damon could see said something strange.

Jac was over him.

"Ready to go?"

Damon stopped staring off at the neon lights of Las Vegas to see a girl with dark brown skin glistening underneath the hotel lights, long, black coily hair, and brown almond-shaped brown eyes that were a mix of demanding and a certain royal aura ambling cautiously out of the lobby. She was wearing a dark lavender, sleeveless A.L.C. jumpsuit, a small black Lanvin bag slung on her shoulder and black Prada heels that showed off a butterfly tattoo that was a shade of purple with pink and blue wings and glimmered in the dark.

It took Damon longer than it should have to remember who she was as she strutted towards him, a smile plastered to her face. It was as if the slap of reality had ripped him away from the Spring daze and now he was struggling to pull himself back into it. However, eventually her name came; Silk Caldwell.

Silk was the girl Damon had run into in Eastport, Connecticut after he caught her before she went overboard at a yacht party. It was supposed to have ended after one night but strangely, they kept running into each other at nearly every party Damon went to and after champagne and a few sober moments, they'd become travelling buddies - with benefits.

While he'd forgotten all about Jac.

"You okay?" Silk asked, her voice pinched with a slight island accent that Damon couldn't pinpoint - and was always too drunk or horny to ask about.

Damon shrugged thoughts of Jac out of his head, trying to slowly slip back into the Spring daze. He snaked his hands around her small waist with a smirk. "I'm guessing you have plans for tonight."

Silk was constantly finding fun things to do from concerts, jet skiing in exotic oceans, and hunting down parties as if her life depended on it. Damon would have done it all by himself but it was actually kind of nice to have someone hot, fun, and okay with what they were to do it with - unlike Veronica Conrad whom "friends with benefits" had been lost on.

Silk chuckled, arms around his neck then. "You know me so well," She frowned slightly. "I have plans but I'm afraid it's out of the city and I kind of have to do them alone. I have to fly down to East Hampton to visit my baby sister. She's having a meltdown again."

"Why don't your parents just handle it?" Damon asked. Her Jean Patou perfume was intoxicating and Damon wanted to just hole up at the Four Seasons Hotel and have sex until Jac and everything that had to do with Beverly Hills was completely off his mind.

"Well my parents are vacationing in Dubai and my Uncle has to leave East Hampton for a business trip so I'm all that's left," Silk sighed lightly, long lashes adorning her eyes. "I hope you don't find yourself bored without me. I'm sure there's a million other things and people to do in Las Vegas."

"It's a good thing I've already found something to do." Damon said, matching Silk's smile with a grin and kissing her heatedly on her plump lips then.

However, the kiss was incredibly fake. Reality had slapped him in the face. Jac had slapped him in the face and now everything was in perspective.

He was ready to return from the daze.

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A/N: The Damon POVs are back....and he's pretty much lowkey still an asshole and probably would have benefited from going to Juvie :/

I'm hoping this chapter cleared up a few questions *cough* Cash *cough* 

Chapters might be really slow cause I'm moving and it hasn't been the best of times. Its really stressful, so stressful that my mind feels fogged and I can't write but today things were kind of calm and I felt this surge of inspiration. Since it took me a while to come out with this, I wanted to have a longer chapter but I feel this pretty much finishes the Missing of Beverly Hills segment so I won't push it.

Hopefully, I can push out another chapter soon but at the moment, I'm not sure if things will stay stable so we'll just have to see :(

Thank you to everyone who reads, your comments literally light up my day <3