I finish washing up my plate and pop it in the drainer before I head back to the coffee waiting on the counter next to Malakai’s plate.
His eyes are on me, the neon blue somewhat dulled in the morning light.
“Dennis will be picking you up in five minutes,” he tells me, narrowing his eyes.
“Yay for me,” I take a sip of my coffee, staring at him over the rim.
His mouth kicks up, but it isn’t a kind smile or one that has any warmth to it, “Did you sleep well, kitten?” He asks.
I bristle at the nickname, “Fine after I barricaded the door.” I lie.
He chuckles low, taking a mouthful of food, “You didn’t barricade the door.”
“And how would you know?”
My only answer is a flick of his eyes.
I go to demand a response when the same man that brought me to the estate the day before enters the kitchen.
“Ah, Dennis,” Malakai wipes his mouth with a napkin and climbs from the stool, “Olivia is ready for younow.”
Fuck no I’m not, but I don’t fight him as he guides me toward the foyer and ultimately the front door. With no other choice, I start to follow Dennis but a hand around my waist snags me to a stop.
“Next time kitten,” Malakai rasps in my ear, “When you turn down my sheets, make sure to strip off and climb beneath them. It was disappointing to find you not in my bed.”
For all of two seconds I am stumped and then I am furious.
“Fu–”
My words stop when he presses his lips to my forehead and walks away.
Chapter Seven
“Where are we going?” I lean forward, shoving myself between the two front seats as Dennis drives us through the city. He side-eyes me before shuffling himself slightly over as if he can’t bear to be this close to me. I choose not to be offended by it.
“We have one stop to make,” He tells me, voice cold and indifferent, “And then we will move onto our next destination.”
I recognize where we are, the streets and houses surrounding us right now are ones I could navigate with my eyes closed. We are on Willow’s street. Her penthouse is in the apartment building on the corner right here.
The car rolls to a stop right outside and Willow breezes out the double doors, a huge grin on her face. Dennis climbs out, rounding the car to open the back door for her.
“Oli!” She beams as she throws herself inside, instantly wrapping her arms around me.
“What the hell is happening?” I breathe.
“I got the message last night!” She tells me, “I didn’t know we were going dress shopping today!”
“I found out yesterday,” I tell her, “How did you know?”
“Malakai had a message sent to me, told me the time and told me to be ready and here I am! I guess he knew his future wife couldn’t pick a dress without her best friend.”
I glance to Dennis in the front who happens to already be looking at me in the rear-view mirror. He quickly diverts his eyes to the road, driving carefully through the streets toward the shopping district.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow, Oli!” Willow continues, “It’s crazy.”
I just nod my head in agreement because she isn’t wrong, but I have nothing to say. Malakai arranging for Willow to come wedding dress shopping with me was actually nice of him to do. And that just makes me mad at him.
Firstly, how the hell does he even know that Willow is my best friend!?
