“Sure.” I turn towards the elevator, wheeling my suitcase and putting a swing into my walk.
“Christ on a cracker,” I hear him grumble, yet he’s following me. I’m not sure what he’s cursing about. My body or me agreeing so quickly.
“Are you okay? You seem a little hot under the collar,” I ask once we’re standing in the elevator, alone without onlookers lingering in our business.
“Woman, you’ve been busting my balls for a year now. I fucked up one time, one fucking time, and now you want to ask if I’m okay?”
“No way, you are not blaming me for that. You know what? I think this trip will do us some good. You stay on your side of the suite, and I’ll stay on mine. I thought maybe you’d grow a pair and apologize. But nope. Not Chance Adams. God forbid he apologize for fingerfucking me, leaving me, then calling it a mistake. You can fuck right off.” The elevator dings. I grab the card from his hand and march to our room. My only thought is to get away from Chance. I seriously do not get paid enough to deal with his mood swings, and as much as I put on that coldhearted face day in and day out, I’m done. My emotional well has run dry.
“Fuck.” That word seems to be on repeat coming from Chance. I find the door to our suite, slide the card in the reader, and push the door open. This place is ridiculously big. I was not expecting that to say the least. Honestly, a small room with a view and maybe a balcony with an ocean view is all I would have paid for. Apparently, Chance sprung the money for this place though. “I’ll take the room on the right.” I leave him to navigate towards the bedroom. After an early morning making sure everything was set for us to be closed this week, and then the flight, I’m tired. Mentally and emotionally. I look around what will be my home for the next week. It’s soft in the tones from the walls to the bed linens, whimsical feeling, and definitely has a huge bed that dominates the room.
“At least I don’t have to sleep on a tiny bed or share it with anyone.” I put my suitcase on the stool that sits at the foot of the bed and start unpacking. The faster I get this done, the faster I’ll be in my bikini down by the water and hopefully have a drink in my hand. And right now, that’s the only thought I’m allowing to plague my mind. If I allow them to go any further, I’ll only be going down the rabbit hole I’ve been trying to forget this entire time.
I thought for sure he would have at least talked about things beforehand, but judging by his manners in the elevator, nothing has changed, and I need to get that through my thick skull. I’ll be damned if I allow Chance Adams to ruin my much-needed vacation.
Rowen and I went shopping a week before Christmas. Granted, most of it was online because there is literally nowhere in our hometown that is selling any kind of summer clothes or bathing suits. We were lucky when we saw the heatwave that was coming through the south east coast of South Carolina, otherwise, it would have been arctic here too. Rowen and I sprung for super-fast shipping and an array of clothing. Half of which didn’t even fit. Damn sizing charts along with my abundance of tits and ass. The stuff that did fit was freaking amazing. Even Aspen was shocked. Hell, she sent clothes too, which is the norm for her. Anytime she gets extras or something isn’t selling, we girls end up with her overflow, and I am not going to complain one bit.
I hurriedly discard my cold weather clothes and grab my bathing suit top. It’s cute and black with bright splashes of pink throughout, complementing my skin color while also holding the girls up without breaking my neck. The bottoms are a bit on the cheeky side but still work for me.
“Peyton,” I hear Chance through the door while he knocks.
“Ugh, I swear if he ruins the rest of my day, I’m going to choke him in his sleep.” I open the door without bothering to put on a coverup. If he wants to be a pest, then he’ll get what he gets.
“Yes, Chance?” I throw my attitude at him.
“Fucking hell, woman.” Those words of his seem to always come out when I’m in his presence. I let him scan my body, allowing him to see exactly what he threw away. Even when he bites his bottom lip, I don’t say one single word. I’m going to enjoy this, probably too much.