I smirk, winking at her. “She will be mine, Mom, don’t you worry. That little goofball is mine.”
As I leave the room, Asher calls after me.
“You can do this, Romeo. We have faith in you, my brother. Go and get the woman you love. May the Cupid be with you.” He uses a sing-song voice, making people laugh.
I flip the fucker off as I leave the room at a fast pace. Rushing to get to my room, I pull up the number for the company who flies our family jet. Once that is done, I throw all of my clothes and toiletries into my luggage and double check the room to be sure that I am not leaving anything.
Spotting something glimmering in the light of the sun, I bend down under the table and pick up a bracelet of Nell’s.
It is a simple flower charm on a silver chain. It reminds me of the one she was looking at while we were at the mall.
Smiling, I know what I have to do before I leave. Then, when I get back to the mainland, I am getting my woman.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nell
I sigh as I place the stack of boxes on the counter, ready to be opened and put on the shelves.
A new delivery came in today, from an author who signed with us to sell her new release. She even autographed each book, which is an added bonus for any dark MC reader.
It has been two weeks since I flew home from my equally amazing and heartbreaking trip to Hawaii.
My phone has been silent from any calls or texts from Romeo. I unblocked him a few days later, my curiosity getting the better of me, but he has not tried to contact me.
It is disheartening that I mean nothing to him but at the same time, I had some amazing times that my heart and soul will cherish for as long as I live.
“Bitch, come on, I am wasting away,” Simone calls as she enters the bookstore side of Comfort Cup.
“I am coming; shut ya trap, woman.” I roll my eyes at her.
Making sure that the boxes will not fall over while reaching under the counter, I collect my purse and sling it over my body.She walks back to the door, and I wave to my parents as I follow her.
“I need food. STAT. My stomach is eating itself,” she says, linking her arm with mine as we walk down the street to the food truck that we plan on ordering from today.
There is a food truck day once a month when the local town square fills with food trucks that supply all different cuisines.
“Same. My appetite has not been much this last few days, but I woke up today starving.”
“Good. You cannot let a man, as hot as he is, make you starve yourself.”
I nod to her in agreement. “I know.”
We arrive at the rows of food trucks, my stomach growling in hunger. The aroma that is in the air makes my mouth water, just like it did in Hawaii. Damn, I miss him.
My chest aches from not seeing him.
It just confirms what I thought— it was all a game to him. Maybe a way to make Daniella jealous. Believe me, I have tortured myself for the past fourteen days over why he did it.
“I think I am going to try the French truck; it smells amazing. What about you?” Simmy asks.
I look around and take in all the different styles of food.
“I think I will have some brisket and cowboy beans.” My mouth waters just thinking about it.
“Okay, meet you over by the seating area once you get yours.” I nod to her, and we part ways to get our food.
Once I order, I stand back, looking around the area. People are enjoying the food, talking, enjoying their time before moving on to go back to work, or whatever they have planned for the day.
