“Yeah, he mentioned that,” I say.
“You’re going to have the best time. It’s too bad we won’t see you at Christmas, but under the circumstances, I’d say you’ve got a good excuse.”
“You know he called me his boyfriend,” I say, looking at the two of them.
“Awww, that’s so cute. See? I told you it was sickening the way you two flirt with one another.”
I gently elbow her in the ribs and give her a smile. This has definitely been a very reassuring conversation and I’m relieved to have everything out in the open with the two of them. Like they said, I know it’s none of their business who I choose to date, but the fact that Liam is my boss and Elvis’s brother-in-law, I wanted to be the one to tell him before he found out through other measures.
“Please don’t say anything to Mom and Dad. I want to tell them when I’m ready.”
“Dude, that’s not our secret to tell. You do whatever is right for you,” Elvis says with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“Are you feeling better now?” Bella asks.
I nod. “Much.”
“Good. Then I think we should get out of here and let you get back to your lover boy.”
With that, the two of them get to their feet, and after saying goodbye, they leave. I go back to the living room, pick up my phone and tap on Liam’s message.
What time do we leave?
With a smile, I press send.
Liam
December 22.
I was relieved when Richard told me that the resort was available. I did have a back-up plan in case it was booked, but I want these next few days with Dylan to be perfect. I’ve arranged for my chauffeur, Hugo, to drive us to Chicago’s Executive Airport where I keep my private jet in one of the hangers. I could have taken the Ferrari, but I’d rather not worry about the stress of traffic and have Hugo drive us instead. Dylan texted me over an hour ago to tell me that he would be here by noon and I keep looking at the clock every thirty minutes. It’s now 11:30. I go through my bag, making sure I’ve packed all the essentials that I require for the next few days. Although, I’ve only packed a minimal amount of clothing because I intend to spend most of the time wearing nothing at all while pleasing my man.
Pleasing my man? Shit!
Let that sink in for a moment. I never thought I’d get to this moment in my life, where I could refer to someone as ‘my man.’ But the thought of calling Dylan Lewis my man has me smiling. This trip is supposed to be about the two of usspending a quiet and relaxing Christmas together and enjoying one another’s company, and I plan on making sure Dylan enjoys every single moment of it. I hear the sound of the front door opening, and my heart thumps, then I spin around to see Dylan walk through the door, a backpack over his shoulder and another bag in his hand.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hi,” he replies, placing his bags on the floor. “I hope I haven’t packed too much; I wasn’t sure how much space we’d have.”
“We have as much space as we need. It’s just the two of us,” I tell him.
“I’m surprised the resort was available, you’d think at this time of year he would be filled up with reservations,” Dylan says.
I stop shuffling through my bag then look up at him and say, “And how many people do you know that have that kind of money to spend on a private resort for Christmas, other than a billionaire or celebrity?”
He frowns and I love how sexy that makes him look, he’s so cute when he’s clueless, and I wouldn’t dare have him any other way.
“Okay, you’ve made your point. I just thought with it being Christmas and all that the resort would be booked.”
“Did I mention he is a close, personal friend of mine?”
He nods. “You did. And how many more ‘close, personal’ friends do you have?” he asks.
I notice the tone in his voice, and that has me quirking as fuck as I say, “Dylan Lewis, are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Me? Why the hell would I be jealous?”
