The Trouble With Us: A Second Chance Love Triangle (The Forbidden Love 2)

Dad laughs. “Meanwhile, your sister gets paid to party. What a different world the two of you live in.”

“As long as we’re both happy,” I remind him with a smile. “Anyway, I better go finish this paper. See you next weekend.”

“Amelia?” he calls, his face softening, “I love you.”

I wink. “Love you too, Daddy.”

It’s just before midnight when I finally drag myself to the Four Seasons. My eyes are blurry, unfocused, with pain shooting across my temple from overworking my brain in such a short time. I was a woman on a mission, desperate to taste the delicious fruit hovering over me as a reward.

The kind lady in reception gives me a swipe card as per Will’s request. Since he is practically part of the furniture here, I’m not surprised she acted pleasantly and accommodating.

I make my way up to the suite, swiping my card at the door. Upon entering, my eyes are drawn to the candlelight flickering on the table with dinner sitting beneath the silver domes.

“You did this for me?” I release a deep breath, holding my hand to my chest in awe until Will walks out of the room wearing only gray sweats and no shirt. My eyes are immediately drawn to his perfectly sculpted body while trying to control my urge to take him right here, right now, just from the outline of his cock beneath his pants.

“I was behind the intention. The cooking and preparing credit need to go to Kenny and his talented kitchen staff.”

“First name basis.” I nod with a knowing grin as Will wraps his arms around me. “You must be important then.”

He buries his head into my neck, my eyes closing at the touch of his lips against my skin.

“Paper all done?”

“Yes, thanks to your fancy computer. That screen of yours is next level. I sent it to my professor, so fingers crossed I get the marks I need. My brain is so tired.”

“Lucky,” he whispers seductively into my ear. “It’s only your brain.”

I turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Do we have to eat now?” I pout.

“Yes, you need your stamina.”

“But what if I fall into a food coma?”

“I’ll have no choice but to wake you up,” he counters, leaning down to kiss me gently. “You know, in case you’re forgetting, it’s been forever since we were last together, so I will be demanding, just so you’re aware.”

I shake my head while grinning. “It was three days ago.”

“But before that was four years ago. Now, stop arguing and eat.”

We both sit down to eat, but all I can think about is how delicious he looks in gray sweats to remember Liesel’s comment. A small laugh escapes me.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just something Liesel says about gray sweatpants and men. Though, when she mentioned it, it involved my dad. Actually, it’s not funny now I think of it.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he muses.

“Okay, that meal was amazing. How does one make Brussels sprouts so appetizing?” I let out a huff, feeling so full. “I really need a shower.”

“Go shower, you know where to find me.” He winks before continuing. “Don’t fall asleep in there.”

I throw my arms around him, grateful for being able to shower in peace since I haven’t showered since we left Orlando. There is nothing like plane smell stuck to your skin.

The water pressure is amazing. Will was right, I am this close to falling asleep. The last week has caught up to me, and I want nothing more than to climb into bed with the man I love.

I exit the shower with a towel wrapped around me. My hair is wet, but I manage to wring it enough for the water not to drip. I place the hotel robe on, with nothing underneath. When I enter the room again, Will is sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. I move toward the mattress, watching his eyes turn to fire.