ELEVEN
Ididn’t have Burt the limo driver take me homeafter dropping Millie off at the Hawthorne last night. After the bomb she dropped on me, alone at home was the last place I wanted to be.
So I had him take me to Level instead.
When I walked into the VIP, I had every intention of inviting the first willing woman I could find back to my place—more than one if that was an option.
In the end, I went home alone and all I woke up to was a hangover and a text from Paige.
Paige: Were you with Millie last night?
Frowning at my phone, I consider not answering. Letting her and that fuckhead Millie’s supposed to marry assume the worst but, as much as I want to, I know I can’t do that.
Me: I dunno. Last night is a little blurry—check my IG. Do you see her in any of the pics?
It takes a few minutes for her to text me back—probably because she’s combing through my Instagram, looking for non-existent evidence that her cousin and I spent the night together.
Paige: I was just curious. I saw you get into one of the limos and thought maybe the two of you ride shared.
Me: Nope. Your uncle was nice enough to have his driver give me a ride. I haven’t seen Millie since before we left the restaurant.
If she knows I’m lying, she doesn’t call me on it.
Paige: Supposedly she’s at the Hawthorne but she’s not answering my texts and she had the front desk put a DND on the room phone. She stopped answering Allister's texts so he went there to check on her. The front desk refused to give him her room number. They wouldn’t even confirm that she checked in.
IknowMillie is at the Hawthorne. I watched her check in with my own two eyes through the wall of glass that serves as the hotel’s front entrance. Burt the limo driver didn’t pull away from the curb until she was safely on the elevator and on her way to her suite—but I’ll be fucked if I’m going to tell Paige that.
Me: Cool story but I don’t know what it has to do with me.
Paige: You’re such an asshole. I just thought maybe she was with you.
Hoping’smore like.
Me: Get serious, Paige. Do you really think Princess Millie would lower herself to fuck the help?
Paige: You’re right. Looks like you had a lot of willing candidates last night. Take any of them home?
Me: Why are you jealous?
Paige: Maybe... you never took me up on my offer after dinner. You just walked away and disappeared.
Remembering heroffer, whispered in my ear on the sidewalk outside Davino’s, I feel my gut clench. Opening the camera on my phone, I send her a pic—this one of me lying in bed, alone, the other empty half of my bed completely undisturbed.
Me: Don’t take it personally. I just wasn’t in the mood to fuck.
Paige: Liar. You’re always in the mood to fuck. You just weren’t in the mood to fuck me.
Me: Like I said, don’t take it personally.
Waiting a beat, I decide I’m done with this conversation.
Me: Are we done? I’ve got shit to do.
Paige: Okay... I wanted to ask you something else.
Me: If I’ll be your +1 at your cousin’s wedding?
Paige: LOL, how’d you guess?
