My heart gave a little lurch, but I ignored it.
Five years of stupidly hoping he’d come around.
That he’d see that I was actually the woman of his dreams.
And instead it was Dolly simpering along beside me, begging everyone’s pardon, and looking like Little Bo-Peep.Shewas the one he wanted.
The crowd ignored us as we all got into the limo, and after some time Kingsley was shepherded in as well, and we drove slowly downtown to the swankiest hotel in the entire city. He crammed in beside me and spread his arms out wide.
“Damn, they love me here.”
There was a slick sheen of sexy perspiration on Kings’ chest, and I had to clench my fists together to avoid looking at him.
Disgusting man.
Well, he could fuck around on his beloved Dolly all he liked, but it wasn’t going to be with me.
We were guided upstairs by star-struck hotel staff to our luxury suite, which had a massive center lounge in the middleof private rooms that all opened onto it. Each bedroom had a massive bed, huge hot tub, and a stunning view over downtown Chicago.
The center lounge had a full bar, couch that looked like a $4,000,000 marshmallow, and a full kitchen with a private chef.
Most of the time, Kings wanted to christen every new hotel room with fucking, we did it so much that in every new city I was practically naked before my bags dropped onto the ground. But this time I felt dead inside.
After I put my bags in my room, I went out to sit by Matt and he grinned at me, passing over the private chef food service menu.
“Want to pregame some chicken wings before we actually go out to dinner? It’s like the only thingnoton this menu. And I need to get my macros in.”
I had to laugh because Matt was always starving.
“Yeah, why don’t you go get us some chicken wings?” Kingsley suggested, coming up behind me. “Rosalie, I think you left something in my room.”
I ignored him, pulling out my phone to take a selfie with the Chicago skyline behind me.
He could go takeDollyin his room for his customary inaugural hotel fuck. Why didn’t he?
I felt his eyes on me, but I ignored him.
Was she supposed to be the good girl who got the official girlfriend status, and I was the dirty little secret he fucked when he wanted somethingfilthy? No way. I wasn’t going to play that game.
Kingsley went into his room, stayed for a few seconds, then came out again, still eyeing me.
But I was already sitting on the couch with my phone out. It did feel like a marshmallow.
There was already a bartender making mixed drinks, while Matt was still perusing the menu.
“Bro, go get some chicken wings,” Kingsley said again.
“Don’t order him around,” I protested, but Matt was so sweet he had already gotten up.
“Sure, I’ll be right back.”
Everyone else seemed to be in their rooms, and Kingsley grabbed a bottle of complimentary wine, popped the cork, and drank it straight from the bottle.
“Classy,” I said.
“Here, have some,” he grinned. “I like the way your mouth looks sucking on stuff.”
I ignored his dirty remark.
