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Fourteen
EVIE
I really need to pee. I don’t want to wake him up, he looks really peaceful and relaxed. Probably the most relaxed I’ve seen him look since he walked into that bloody bar two days ago. Jesus, is it really only two days ago? It already feels like he’s never been away.
I try to manoeuvre myself to the edge of the bed and slip out without disturbing the covers. He twitches in his sleep and I freeze. I really don’t want a big scene, I just want to head home with some amazing memories. I also don’t want to have to deal with Marcus fucking Russell, rock star, being an arsehole if he thinks I’ve turned into groupie of the year and want more from him.
I don’t.
I pick up my torn dress from the floor, but can’t find my bra. It’s so dark in here, it must still be relatively early, not even light out yet. The clock reads 6:30 a.m. Yep, early. There will still be people around, London is busy twenty-four seven. The city is awake early, even on a Sunday morning in December.
Having a one night stand, and leaving a place looking like I have, are two very different things. Kellen’s blazer rests on a chair near the door, perfect to cover the dress I know is ripped. I don’t even bother looking for my knickers, they’re long gone. Commando it is. At least my shoes are ready and waiting near the bedroom door and I sweep them into my hands with the rest on my way into the living area.
It’s a bit lighter in here with the curtains not shut. I take in the room, its total luxury. Expensive furnishings in lovely blue tones, subdued whites, and chrome. It feels warm and homey even for a hotel suite.
I move towards what I hope will be a bathroom to get myself into some semblance of dress. Pushing open the door, I step into the marble room, beige with uplights and whites and greys accenting, and stop dead when I see myself. Oh, dear. I’m definitely not getting away with this. I’m covered in hickeys, all over my neck, jawline, across my chest, I have actual bite marks at the back of my neck and covering my stomach. And I am not sure what the hell is going on with my breasts.
How did I not feel all of this?
I eyeball myself in the mirror. Who am I kidding? Only myself. Because of course I did. Every bite, suck, nip—I felt it all, and loved it. I look down at my legs, my thighs peppered in bite marks and hickeys. The man is part vampire. No wonder I’ve not seen him out in the daylight, he obviously can’t go.
I rub my eyes and blow out a breath. What a nightmare. Oh well, onward and upwards. It was one night—albeit a ridiculously good one—and attachment was not the aim of the game. Certainly not for him. Me? I’m not sure of how much of him is left. He feels like Kell, smells like him, but is he him? And do I really want to find out? It’s too complicated. A hassle I don’t really want to tackle.
Pushing my shoulders back and lifting my head, I remind myself I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m a thirty-six-year-old single woman, a grown-ass adult. I can do what I want, with whomever I want to.
Feeling very vulnerable without my underwear on, I slide into my dress and shoes, trying my best to pull the dress together at the top and button what’s left before I shrug on the jacket and fasten it up. Not too bad. It’ll pass whilst in the taxi, getting home and changed.
I move out of the bathroom and um and ahh about whether to leave a note. It seems a bit cold just to leave, but I really don’t want to seem like I’m mad bothered.
Inspiration hits when I see the hotel paper and awards for cleanliness and outstanding service in the kitchen area. Laughing to myself, I write his initial at the top and draw five stars, colouring only four and a half with the hotel pen, and sign off with my initial. Take that, Marcus ego Russell.
Grinning to myself, I open the door and leave.
When I knock at the end door, Tommy comes immediately out and smiles at me. “Ready?” he asks. “I’ve ordered a car. It's been here since early, so we can go down the back elevator and out.”
“Lifesaver, Tom. My dress has really seen better days.” I gesture to the jacket. He looks at me from under his brows and smirks whilst shaking his head at me.
The door next to Tommy’s opens and Mick steps out in full suit and tie, looking ready to go.
“Hey Evie, all good?” he asks, looking me over.
“Yeah, Mick, great.” I smile at him, chuckling and feeling a bit cocky about it all, “I’ve left him in one piece for you, but he’s sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake him. It's early.”
“Tom told you about the car?” he asks.
“Yes, thanks for that. I didn’t fancy a taxi this early in my redesigned dress.” Mick shakes his head and I just grin wider at him. “No worries, it’s all okay. Right, Tommy, let’s roll.” I wave at Mick and move towards the lift that will take us into the underground car park.
Once Tommy gets me settled and gets in next to the driver and tells him the address, he turns his attention back to me. “Evie,” he says, his tone demanding my full focus, “just so you know, Jonno was at the hotel last night.”
“As a guest?” I query.
“No, he came to find you. You’d gone without saying where you were. I’d a few texts from them all, batted them off as much as I could, but…” he shrugs.
“It’s fine, Tom. I knew someone would come. It’s fine. How was he?” I ask hopefully.
“Jonno seemed fine. Went off with Xander after he saw Kellen—” he briefly looks at the driver to see if he recognises the name, “drag you into the lift.”
“Aww shit. Okay, well, cat’s out the bag then, I suppose. I won’t have to admit to anything. Greystone living at its best!” I make a cheer salute with my fist but then lapse into silence, musing about my night and finding myself blushing at a few very vivid flashbacks.
