Beauty and the Billionaire
"And, if they didn't?" I asked.
She pouted her pink lips. "My fans like what I like, otherwise what is the point in starring in your own reality show?"
"I have no idea," I said. My eyes wandered to Kya. For one split second, her green eyes flashed across mine. Then, she turned and disappeared through a side door.
I wanted to follow her. I burned to know if she was sneaking off to see that horrible golfer. I could round out the night by punching him clean in the face.
"Fenton? Did you hear me?" Sienna asked.
"No, sorry, what?"
"I was saying we should head into the master bedroom," she stood up and shimmied in front of me before sticking her hands out. Even though there were only a handful of catering staff left, she still checked to make sure someone was watching her.
I looked away. Kya had slipped out to the balcony, and I could just barely make out her outline in the dim morning light. Sienna pulled my face back to her and leaned down for a long, lip-glossed kiss. She tasted of strawberry, the fake flavor that in no way reminded me of the actual fruit. I could not do it.
"I'm tired. Too many rounds with Maxwell Lewis. I'll walk you to the door," I said.
Sienna stood up and pouted. She planted her hands on her hips and posed. "You can't be serious."
"I fought tonight, remember? I'm sore and I'm tired." I heaved myself off the white sofa and walked her to the door.
"I sent the cameras away and everything because I wanted some private time with you."
"Thanks for thinking of me," I told her. "Goodnight."
Sienna's face had the red tinge of a coming tantrum. I felt bad for the caterers waiting for the elevator. They shuffled off towar
ds the service elevator and I locked the door behind them.
When I turned around, all I could see was Kya. Pale streaks of orange broke over the horizon and her silhouette was clear, standing alone to face the sunrise.
"Hell of a party, huh?" I asked.
Kya jolted against the balcony railing, surprised that I had joined her outside. She swiped at her cheeks and turned away from me.
"Are you crying?" I asked. "Are you okay?"
"Don't be stupid. I don't have anything to cry about. I came out here to celebrate. Business success and all that," she said.
I could not keep my hands from wrapping around her shoulders. She pulled against the railing, stiff from my touch, but I did not let go. I turned her slowly and pulled her against my chest. Kya fought me, but then gave in for one sweet moment. The sky brightened and she nestled her head under my chin.
"It's too early in the morning for business," I said.
"Then, I should go," Kya said. She pulled away and headed for the door.
"Is that all you can do? Run for the door? Because that's exactly what you did the other morning," I snapped.
Kya whirled to face me, her eyes flashing emerald in the early morning light. "Excuse me? Of course, I left. What did you expect me to do?"
"Me?" I asked. "I guess I was fooled by your reputation. I thought you'd have the decency to stick around. I didn't know you were one of those love 'em and leave 'em girls."
"Of course, you would confuse that with a woman that has some dignity," Kya said.
"Dignity? Is that what you call skipping down to the pool to flirt with your next potential client?" I asked. My hands throbbed as my fingers curled into fists. I should have iced them hours ago, but I welcomed the pain. It only made me angrier at Kya. "Excuse me, if I thought you moved on a little too fast."
“You think I'm the one that moved on fast? You're the one that invited a stripper to the suite. Let me see if I have the timeline right– we had sex in front of the fire, we ate omelets, you invited the stripper to come join you, we had sex again, and then you fucked a stripper in the room next to mine!"
I burst out laughing. Kya's faced bloomed with an angry blush and she whirled towards the door again. I lunged towards it and land the flat of my hand hard against. Kya tried, but she could not pry the door open with me leaning on it. I laughed even harder when my phone started ringing.