smacking her ass.
"Promise." She winks as I shake my head.
Our shower is a rather quick one and as we step out, I make sure to wrap her securely in a fluffy robe, already hearing that the makeup and hair artist have arrived. I can also smell breakfast and I’m praying that whoever ordered it is going to share because I’m goddamn starving.
I can’t be more than maybe six a.m., if we’re being honest, so the yawn that escapes Sloane is one that I understand very well. As she tiptoes toward the master suite, greeting the staff, I hear River tell her good morning. I tug on my tux pants and socks, not bothering to wear anything else until closer to leaving. I think my mom said we need to be downstairs by eleven, but don't quote me on that shit, I barely ever listen to the woman.
As I walk down the hall, I open the master suite and narrow my eyes at my brother. Royce opens one eye, rolling away from a sleeping Kaden and offering me an antagonistic grin.
"You fucker," I grumble feeling petulant, more so than ever, before he chuckles.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you will have plenty of opportunities, Blaine."
That isn’t the goddamn point. Alright, to be fair I may have been using this as an outlet. An outlet for what? Well, some of my frustration but mostly as a distraction. The last thing I want to focus on right now is the fact that my mother is getting fucking married today.
"Blaine." Sloane's soft voice calls as I turn toward where I can smell coffee. I can’t help but smile finding that the staff have truly gone full out. At least I can give my mother props for thinking of everything.
A movable vanity has been set up as Sloane sits comfortably with a coffee mug in her hand and a woman is blow-drying her long locks. A second woman is painting her toes and a third is doing her makeup. I can see how relaxed she is and I can’t help but just sit back and watch it for a bit.
This is how Sloane should always be spoiled.
Right there and then I make myself a promise. After all this shit? I’m going to spoil the fuck out of my Honey Bunny for the rest of my life.
Sloane
I keep my eyes closed as false lashes are applied to my lids, the staff's work is methodical and actually fairly impressive. Shit. I wish I had this every day. After they dry I blink my eyes open and I can’t help but smile. I've totally started to get some color and my dark hair has gold streaks in it, pulled up in a cascading up-do that is not only complicated but somehow manages to look elegant and masterful.
My nails are now painted a diamond-like crystal shine to match my dress no doubt, and my makeup is actually a bit more neutral than even the test run yesterday, the artist using browns and golds to bring out my eyes. My lips are painted a hot pink to complement the entire look. I’m absolutely pleased with how it turned out. Despite, you know, having to wear such a horribly colored dress.
What? I don’t even feel bad about that thought—hot pink isn’t my color.
"You look gorgeous," Blaine says as I hop up, tossing him a smile, the staff beginning to pack up their extensive set up.
"Way to talk, handsome." I nod towards his hot, shirtless muscular chest.
"All for you, baby." He winks as I laugh sitting down next to him.
"Sloane." Royce's rumble has me shivering because holy hell he and Kaden destroyed me last night. I woke up this morning feeling sated and completely free of anxiety. Maybe that should be my anxiety medicine—hard fucking. I like that.
"Morning," I chime as Blaine adorably narrows his eyes at his brother. Is it wrong that I find it sort of hot that he’s jealous of not being first? Mostly though it’s funny as fuck because nothing, literally nothing, bothers Blaine besides his mom and shit. This could be a very opportune moment to tease him.
Instead I take the plate of food Royce offers me from the delivered breakfast, courtesy of Blaine's mother. I can see Royce smiling as I eat almost the entire plate, not having realized just how hungry I was. But fuck, I’m going to need it for sure, let's be honest there’s going to be nothing quick about this day. I chug down