The Entitled (The Entitled Duet #1) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,132
are destroying our clothes, can you hand me my sweats? Room service will be here shortly.” She throws me my sweats.
“Are you sure they are not in my cosmetics bag?” she says, frowning at me like it’s my fault she can’t find them.
“Kitten, go check and while you’re at it, put on a robe.”
There’s a knock at the door and I point toward the bathroom. She huffs but obeys. Waiting until she is safely in the bathroom, I open the door. I’m greeted by a friendly server and a frowning Brance standing next to him.
Brance brushes past me. “Not even a hello?” I yell after him.
Signing for the breakfast, I roll the cart into the room myself. I hear Tess and Brance in the bathroom and call out, “What the hell, you two? I know you’re gay, but I don’t like you in the bathroom with my girl.” Opening the door, I find Tess in a robe and all the shit from her cosmetic bag scattered over the bathroom floor.
“What are you doing?”
Her eyes shoot up to mine. “I forgot them, Reed! You rushed me so much, I fucking forgot them. And I already forgot to take them yesterday and the day before I think.” She’s clearly distressed because she is starting to pace.
“Somehow I knew this would be my fault.” I rub the back of my neck.
“Tess, you promised you would be more responsible.” Brance scolds. “One of these days you’re going to get pregnant, and I don’t want to hear any whining.”
Tess presses her fingers to her temples. “Brance, I can’t deal with you lecturing me right now.”
Stepping into the large bathroom, I say, “Okay, relax you two. Tess, you’re fine. It’s only a couple days. Brance, what crawled up your ass?”
Both of them stare at me. “I need coffee,” he grumbles.
I cup Tess’s face. “This is not the end of the world. You’ve been on the pill for years. You’re not going to get pregnant.” When I rub my nose against hers, she softens and relaxes into me. “Come on. I want to have a good day. Let’s eat breakfast.”
She holds me tight. “I’m sure you’re right.”
“That’s my girl.” Kissing her plump lips, I whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She sighs, and I almost bend down on one knee to propose. But I don’t, even though I can’t wait to slip that ring on her finger. The timing is all wrong. Brance is being a drama queen. Tess is stressed out. So instead, I kiss her again and pull her into the dining area in the suite.
Brance is sitting, drinking coffee, and helping himself to the bacon and eggs along with the pastries I ordered. Thankfully, there is plenty because I’m famished. Tess goes straight for the coffee.
As I load up my plate, I look over at Brance who is still wearing the same clothes as last night. Arching an eyebrow, I can’t resist. “In training for Africa?”
He stops midbite. “You’re such an entitled ass, Reed. I will have you know that I have been up all night fighting with the man I love about you two.” He pulls a shaky hand through his dark hair.
“What?” Tess runs to him, kneeling down so that she can comfort him.
“Tess!” I say. “Get up.” I glare at Brance. “What kind of crap are you spouting?” He knows Tess is fragile right now, and he’s taking advantage of it.
“Logan wasn’t raised with money and he felt intimidated. We live very modestly.” Brance looks around our lavish suite, the large glass windows giving us a panoramic view of the Hollywood Hills. His eyes land on the piano in the corner and he groans. “Last night, he saw a version of me that he didn’t like.”
I stare at him like he’s insane “What are you talking about? The version that is you,” I roar.
“Reed.” Tess places her hand on my arm. “Let him speak.”
She leaves me and walks to Brance again, sitting next to him, holding his hand.
Snorting at the absurdity, I go back to my food.
“So, he has no idea how much money you have?” she gently asks.
Brance sighs. “No, I’ve told him about my family. About my dad. But I don’t think it registered until he was around you two.”
“He didn’t like us?” Tess looks crushed. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if he likes us. But I know Tess. She will want Logan to love us for Brance’s sake.
“Tess, we did nothing wrong.” Looking straight into Brance’s