asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow.
Six
Chanel No 5
Sloane
By the time our tour is over, my feet hurt and I can feel exhaustion riding my body hard. To be fair the past few days have been endless. I offer Blaine’s soon to be step-father, and total asshole, a small smile as my three boys and I depart. How freakin’ massive does this building really need to be? I assume that’s what’s bothering me but it feels like something more, a weird weight in my chest that I don’t understand exactly.
I’m fairly quiet as we make our way upstairs toward the massive penthouse that awaits us with its lavish luxury. It’s actually opulent to the point that it makes me uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy luxury like any other woman but no one really needs this level of excess. A warm heat trails through my body at the thought of River who hopefully left his door open. I haven’t been lying, I did miss him and I feel like I never get enough time with the man. Any of them if we’re being honest. I can’t wait until all of this bullshit is finally over.
“Thank God.” I toss off my heels and pad toward River’s room to change into an oversized shirt and pass the hell out. I can hear the others talking in hushed tones and if I have to guess, they’ll be up for a bit. Unlike me, they seem full of energy and not exactly happy energy, if you get what I mean. They’re pissed and being around Van Der Beck and Blaine’s mom is only fueling it. Even Kaden seems a bit worked up as he loosens his tux pouring himself a large drink. I wonder how that would taste off his lips …
I slide into River’s room and smile, seeing his muscular, stunning chest highlighted in the moonlight coming through the large windows. Instead of changing, I climb onto the bed but freeze, my brow dipping. The smell of Chanel No 5 perfume surrounds the bed and I sure as hell know that River doesn’t fucking wear Chanel. I swallow my insecurity and anger, not wanting to jump to conclusions. Maybe they sprayed the beds with perfume?
Again, these fucking uber rich people can be pretty weird.
I climb back off the bed and stare at him for a moment, trying to decide whether to wake him up. I’m not positive I’m ready for the possible answer … no, Rivs wouldn’t do that to me, to us. I shake my head telling myself I’ll talk to him first thing in the morning. I slip back out of the bedroom, knowing there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to sleep in there tonight. Licking my lip and nibbling on it I go toward the massive master suite that Royce and Blaine put my things and theirs in. Luckily, they stayed in the living room and that allows me to be a total weirdo when I gather the sheets and inhale.
It all smells like fresh laundry.
Blinking my eyes and looking up, tears threatening to fall, I walk over toward my luggage. I shimmy off my outfit and tug on a loose red and orange patterned shift dress that hangs off my shoulders. I can’t stay in this room but I also sure as hell am not staying in that outfit. I slip on a pair of sandals that have small crystals lining them and brush out my hair, feeling far better as I leave the room.
“Going somewhere, Honey Bunny?” Blaine offers me a teasing smile, his voice thick with heat, his eyes slightly shut. He’s totally drunk. Well, if not drunk shortly on the way to be drunk.
“Yes.” I nod. “I won’t be able to sleep yet, is anyone interested in going down to the casino? I could use a drink that isn’t scotch, bourbon, and whiskey. No offense, guys.” Royce chuckles softly but I can see the tension riding him. Kaden looks up from where he’s working on his laptop and offers me a smile.
“I am going to stay here, if you don’t mind. I’m exhausted.” He yawns and I dip my head impulsively, kissing him as he nips at my bottom lip, eliciting a moan.
I’m not completely over the shock and disappointment of finding out that he was under cover the whole time and my anxiety about the authenticity of his feelings for me isn’t totally gone … like at all. With that