Page 72 of The Plus One

“Mhm.”

I pressed the ice harder against his lip. “Ow.”

“Sorry, baby.”

“You ain’t sorry.”

I shrugged cause I wasn’t. Ace grabbed my wrist and pulled me between his legs. His hand slipped under my shirt and settled against my waist. “You liked watching me fight?”

“No.”

“Lying ass.”

“I was horrified.”

“Your thighs been squeezed together since I came out the bathroom.”

“You think too highly of yourself.”

“I know what I saw.”

He kissed my stomach and looked up at me. And there went that look. “No.”

“I ain’t ask you nothing.”

“You were about to.”

“I just wanted to smell it.”

I stepped away before eventually turned into right now. “Book the trip.”

He grabbed his phone. “Thought I couldn’t throw money at the problem.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Convenient.”

“And make sure the flights are first class.”

He looked up. “Now you spending my money?”

“You offered.”

Thirty minutes later, Sierra and Stephen had first-class flights, a private villa, transportation, spa treatments, and whatever other rich people shit Ace found to add.

The next morning, Sierra agreed to let us come to her suite for breakfast. The fact that she didn’t want to meet downstairs told me she still wasn’t ready to see Ace around anything breakable.

Stephen opened the door and immediately looked at Ace’s face. “Damn. Kel got a few good ones in.”

Ace frowned. “Nigga got one hit. My lip is fine.”

Stephen laughed and let us inside. Sierra was sitting at the table in a robe, drinking coffee like she’d been waiting all morning to cuss us out. “Good morning, Mrs. Bishop.”

“Don’t Mrs. Bishop me.”

“I brought breakfast.”

“Room service brought breakfast.”