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When I reach them, I put my hand on Izzy’s back, making sure not to touch Penelope. “You okay?” I ask.
“I’m fine. She can barely speak, though. She must have been drinking before she got here too.”
Nodding, I curve my arm around her waist. “Her friends are here; let’s find them, and they can take her home.”
Izzy shakes her head, biting at her lip. “I don’t want to send her home like this. Take us to a hotel, and I’ll stay with her.”
“That’s not happening, Little Ghost. This could all be a scheme, and your parents could ambush you the moment I leave. I’ll rent us a suite at the Hamilton, and we’ll all stay there,” I say resignedly.
“That’s Kip’s family’s hotel?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah, don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
I motion to Kip, and he makes his way over to us, a drunken smile on his face. He sobers a little when he realizes Izzy is now almost completely supporting a very drunk Penelope. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I need a suite at the Hamilton, at least two bedrooms. Bigger if you guys want to crash there too,” I tell him.
“Sure, give me a minute,” he says, nodding as he moves toward the edge of the terrace, his cell already to his ear. Two minutes later, he strolls back over to us. “I’ve got us the penthouse—it’s huge. I’ll help you get her downstairs. The others will come later,” he says, lifting Penelope into his arms as though she weighs nothing.
Lifting my chin to Thorn and Davis, they both offer me a slight head nod, and I know it won’t be long until they’ve had their fill of pussy for the night and end up at the hotel with us.
“Are they coming?” Izzy asks as I take her hand and move to follow Kip.
“Later. They need to get laid first. They stopped staying at my place because they were sick of having permanent blue balls from listening to us fuck.”
“Gulliver!” she cries, outraged.
“What? It’s true! You’re loud, Little Ghost.” I laugh.
“I am not.”
“Ask Kip.”
“No!” she splutters, whacking me in the stomach with the back of our joined hands.
The car is waiting for us at the curb, and Kip and I manhandle Penelope into the back seat, where she promptly passes out. We check into the penthouse suite at the hotel, and luckily the hotel staff don’t give us a second glance, as Kip carries Penelope straight through the lobby to the elevator. Once we’re all inside, I slide the key card into the slot and ascend straight to the top floor.
Unlike the dreadfully decorated apartment we just left, the penthouse at the Hamilton screams class and privilege. Kip’s mom is a famous interior designer, and she designed this suite with every luxury. It has six bedrooms with attached bathrooms, a Jacuzzi, terrace, huge living area, office, kitchen, and a game room.
Kip carries Penelope straight into the first bedroom, but she scrambles from his arms and runs to the bathroom, barely making it before she vomits into the toilet.
“I’ll look after her,” Izzy tells us, ushering us from the room before turning and heading for her sister.
“Drink?” Kip asks, heading for the fully stocked bar.
“God, please,” I sigh, rubbing my aching temples as I follow him across the room.
“What do you think’s going on with Penelope? Is this all just a scheme Izzy’s family have cooked up to bring her back into line?”
Sighing, I take the glass of amber-colored whiskey from him and drop down onto the couch. “I have no idea, but Izzy’s really got it into her head that she needs to help her sister. I’m fucking worried for her,” I admit.
“You’re into her, aren’t you?” Kip asks. “Like this isn’t fake anymore. It’s not guilt; you’re really into her.”
Closing my eyes, I roll my neck back and forth to avoid his question, but when I part my lids, he’s still staring at me expectantly. “If I’m honest, I think I’ve wanted her since she came to my house pretending to be her sister. Now…well, she’s mine. I know you want her too,” I tell him, staring him down.
“Of course, I want her.” Kip laughs. “And if I thought I stood a chance, I’d have tried to take her from you already.”
A growl comes from me before he even finishes his sentence.
