Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)

“Oh.” I look behind him and see that the doors are, in fact, open. Oaklee and Boden are long gone.

I step off the elevator with Sebastian right behind me.

“Where did they go?” I ask.

“Not sure, we are only on the 17th floor, not their suite floor. They couldn’t have gone far. Let’s go to the room and hope that’s where they’re headed,” Sebastian says.

“Just not on the elevator,” we both say at the same time.

I smile and follow Sebastian to the stairs. We head up to the top floor and make our way to the corner suite. Sebastian puts the keycard in and waits for it to turn green before entering. I follow after him.

There is no Oaklee or Boden. For one, Sebastian has both keys. And they weren’t waiting outside the door.

I pull my phone from my bra.

Sebastian stares at my chest.

“Really?” I say, and he smiles before turning his attention on the beautiful suite I haven’t let myself enjoy yet. I’ve always wanted a fairy tale wedding. I’ve wanted a romantic honeymoon. What girl doesn’t? But I know it’s not in the cards for me.

Once Sebastian has adverted his eyes from my chest, I dial Oaklee’s number. She doesn’t answer. I leave her a voicemail telling her we are waiting in the suite, reminding her of the room number, and to meet us here when they are ready.

“No luck?” Sebastian asks.

“Nope.”

I look past Sebastian into the room for the first time, but it’s not just a room. It’s a whole series of rooms.

I’m speechless. I know my mouth is hanging open, but I don’t care.

Sebastian opens his mouth to say something, but I just hold a finger up, silencing him.

He’s quiet while I take in the suite of rooms. Everything is decorated in red and gold accents, making me feel like I just stepped into a royal palace. Every room has its own chandelier perfectly designed to fit each of the three bedrooms. There is a baby grand piano, a wet bar, and a room that holds a jacuzzi tub as big as a kingsized bed.

But that isn’t what takes my breath away. It’s the roses scattered on the bed—the chocolates. The romantic note lying on the bed from Boden to Oaklee, that I promise to myself I won’t read no matter how much I want my heart to swoon at his beautiful words.

And then I see the most romantic part of all—the Eiffel Tower view out the window.

“Wow,” I say, taking in the beautiful view right out the bedroom window.

Sebastian, who has been following behind me wordlessly, finally speaks.

“You know it’s fake, right? The real Eiffel Tower is in Paris. Does that squash your fairy tale?”

“Of course I know it’s not the real Eiffel Tower. But it is a real structure, and it’s still beautiful.” I flip him off.

“Did sweet Millie just flip me off?”

“I did. And I’m not sweet.”

Sebastian leans forward until his lips are right over my ear, and I can feel his hot breath on my sensitive flesh.

“How about I kiss you and find out just how sweet you are?”

If my mouth hadn’t already fallen open, it did with his words. I clear my throat and step away before I do something dangerous to my health like fuck him in this bed—a bed that Oaklee and Boden are supposed to be fucking in.

“Maybe you should try calling Boden; see if he answers you.”

Sebastian pulls out his phone and starts texting.