suppose only time will tell. Our driver pulls up to the front of the villa and I easily pick up Sloane as the large white stone ivy covered building with a stunning view of the Mediterranean, greets us. I can see yachts nearby and I crave for a life where I could take Sloane on a normal fucking date instead of this shit.
Closing the master bedroom door, I place Sloane on the bed and she blinks her massive jade green eyes open with a long body stretch that reminds me of a house cat. Her lips curl up into a sexy smile as she intertwines our fingers from where I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Where are we?” she asks softly and I tuck a piece of dark hair behind her ear, noticing how her golden skin almost seems to shimmer under the sunshine.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” I blow out a breath as a pink blush fills her cheeks and a small, coy smile flits onto her lips.
“I’m glad you think so considering how long we’ve been traveling,” she teases, and her eyes move over to the bathroom. I offer her a small cosmetic bag and some clothes for while we shop. As much as I fucking love what she is wearing right now, I also don’t want her walking around like a sleepy sex goddess in ripped clothes and messy hair. Her lips press against mine lightly as she closes the bathroom door leaving me with an impossibly hard cock and frustrated as hell. Groaning, I lean back and stare at the ceiling, breathing evenly in and out, trying to calm down.
What the hell comes after this?
In a way, after meeting Sloane revenge for my father takes on a different meaning. It’s no doubt important but at the same time, I want it to be over so that I can move on. So that Royce can move on. So that I can get Sloane’s curvy body underneath mine as I devour each and every inch of her. Not just her body though, her mind … her fucking heart. All of it. I groan because I’ve never felt such a strong wave of emotions topple over me.
I’m pretty fucking sure that I’m falling in love with Sloane and I have no idea what the fuck to do.
Sloane
“This is ridiculous.” I narrow my eyes playfully at Royce. “I only need the same amount of stuff that you all got.” Really, though. Despite the ridiculous price tags, the amount of clothes the four of them purchased along with custom tailored tuxedos makes sense. Now, they’re just trying to pull some crazy nonsense that I’m secretly totally loving.
After a long hot shower and blow drying my hair straight, I changed into this stunning yellow and blue sundress that sits off my shoulders and clings to my form. It’s perfect for the weather and the high-end shopping district we’re in. So high-end that I’m starting to realize just how much money these men have. Even River is playing into it. Although I think he’s using it as an excuse to have me try on as many sexy outfits as possible.
No really, the amount of short skirts he’s suggested is getting ridiculous. I mean I totally bought a few because, I’m pretty sure that he wants to fuck me in those and my cowboy boots. An idea I’m one hundred percent in love with.
Then there’s Kaden. I’m not positive about what happened between the boys, but the tension has diffused slightly. He’s staying mostly quiet but I find myself smiling at the few things he does say and I can’t help but pay attention to what he seems to like and not like. The damn bastard is trying to wiggle his way back into my heart.
“You need way more than we need, we have no idea how long we’re going to be there.” Royce points out with a cocky smile and looks over the silk dress I’m wearing. “Although that one should stay in the hotel suite.”
I roll my eyes because he keeps suggesting sexy clothes only to say I should only wear them in the room, I think he just wants a chance to rip them off. I turn on my heel and walk back into the curtained dressing room where Blaine is lounging on a velvet chair with his gray eyes eating up my skin every time I change into something new. When I ask him why he’s back here, he