“I can guarantee you your day isn’t going to go as planned.”
She pushed out a puff of air, looking annoyed. “Tyler, look … last night was great and all—”
“Greatand all?” She was lying her ass off.
“But it was just one night. This thing, whatever it is between us, isn’t going to work. Let’s not try to fool ourselves into thinking it will. You’re always on the road, random women sneaking into your room and whatnot. I just—”
“I’m not your ex-husband.” My tone was sharp.
Her eyes enlarged again. “Y-you know about him?”
I nodded. “But obviously not from your own mouth. Is that what happened, Destiny? The NBA player ex couldn’t keep it in his pants and you finally had enough?”
“Shut up,” she demanded.
“It is, isn’t it?”
“That’s none of your damn business.”
“See, that’s where you’re quite wrong. Anything involving you, past, present, or future is my damn business.”
“Tyler, just stop! This is nonsense. Besides, don’t you have a wedding to go to?”
I frowned, wrinkling my forehead. It was the day of Joshua’s wedding. I looked around to find a clock to see what time it was. I was supposed to leave first thing in the morning to make it to Joshua’s wedding on time. But the night before the only thing that’d been on my mind was Destiny. Just as I located the clock on the far wall of the hotel suite and read the time as being seven-thirty in the morning, the elevator’s door beeped just before opening. During the back and forth with Destiny I’d let my hand drop, releasing the button.
“Oh shit!” my security yelled as he stepped off the elevator, seeing me standing there, completely nude.
“Destiny!” I called, pushing past the security as she took the distraction as an opportunity to hop on the elevator and press the down button. “Goddamn it!” I grunted, slapping the elevator doors as they closed.
“Mr. Townsend, we’re sorry,” Donovan began, turning his head away to avoid looking at me.
“What the hell are you doing up here?” I demanded. “Get the fuck out!”
“It’s just you’re late for your flight and your father’s been calling—”
“Get out!” I yelled again, storming to the bedroom and slamming the door shut. The wheels in my mind spun as I decided what to do. It would take too much time to attempt tofind out what Destiny’s hotel was. I could have my security chase her down, but after being reamed out by Brutus and Aaron, I was certain they wouldn’t leave my side. Plus, there was the matter of Joshua’s wedding. I was supposed to be on a plane an hour ago.
“Dammit!” I clapped my hands, cursing, hating the feeling of powerlessness this damn woman was beginning to have over me. She had me chasing my coattails and I didn’t fucking like it at all.
Chapter Fifteen
Tyler
“I’m here,” I grunted into the phone, completely annoyed and frustrated. I was on the phone with my father, who’d called me at least three times while I was in the air. After landing, I had to stop by my place to change into the navy blue tuxedo that Joshua had chosen for all of his groomsmen, before actually heading over to the church.
Joshua and his soon-to-be wife, Kayla, were getting married in one of the oldest churches in the city of Williamsport. I pulled up in the town car as guests were arriving and being seated. I swore under my breath knowing Joshua would probably be pissed at me for being so late. Add to that my already dour mood due to the woman I couldn't stop thinking about and I wasn’t the best person to be around at that moment. So when I felt a hand on my left forearm, I turned, ready to ream out whoever it was before my security could.
“Remove your hand, ma’am,” Donovan called out, immediately getting between the woman and I.
I glanced up and the woman’s blue eyes reminded me of someone but I couldn’t place my finger on who.
“I’m so sorry. It’s just that, you’re Tyler, right? Joshua’s brother?” the older woman—who appeared to be closer to my parents age than Joshua’s—asked.
“Why?” I nearly growled. I instantly felt a sense of guilt in my gut when she flinched.
“I-I’m, uh, an old friend of Joshua’s. Can you please pass this along to him?” She held out a pink envelope.
“What’s in the letter?” Donovan demanded.
