It was Ol’ School’s birthday. He didn’t need to be reliving old shit.
“Yeah, my sweet tooth is officially ready for action,” Ol’ School said.
“Good. As requested, I ordered a triple chocolate cake, and I made sure not to put any candles on it. I don’t need your teeth putting them out this year.”
“Hey, that happened one time.”
“Yeah, and it was one time too damn many. I didn’t even get to eat any. There was drool everywhere.”
“Oh, whatever.”
My phone beeped.
Skye: I should be home around seven.
Ocean: Cool.
I glanced at the time.
Perfect. I had just enough time to plan something. Skye may be pissed at me now, but she wouldn’t be for long.
21
SKYE
I strolled into Ocean’s condo and eased the door shut behind me. My feet still ached from prancing around in heels all day. It had been a while since I’d done a video shoot, and I’d forgotten how brutal they could be. Repeating the same shit for hours on end definitely took a toll on the body.
My mind drifted as I climbed the stairs, replaying the day in my head. Even with my feet screaming, I’d enjoyed being dressed to kill, moving under the lights like I belonged there. I shouldn’t have cared about all eyes on me, but that was the point of it. When people knew you had it, they just knew.
I hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot before my agent called with three more gigs. Two of them had me intrigued. The third, though, practically had Enzo’s name stamped on it, and I wouldn’t fucking dare.
As soon as I entered my bedroom, I dropped down on the edge of the bed and slid my shoes off my feet. I didn’t turn on the light, allowing the moonlight to stretch across the room in its place.
“Tired?” A deep voice spoke from the doorway.
“Ocean?” I gasped, my hand pressed against my chest. “I thought you were gone.”
“Nah.”
He stepped inside, not stopping until he was in front of me.
My eyes lingered over him, the dimly lit room casting a shadow that made him look even sexier than he did during the day.
“A little bit,” I finally answered. “It was a long shoot.”
“Here, let me get that.” He lowered himself to the floor and pulled my foot from my hands.
I took in a deep breath, trembling from the feel of his fingertips caressing my skin.
It felt so fucking good.
Before I knew it, my eyes were closed, and my head was pressed against the mattress. Soft moans escaped my lips as his hand slid up my calf muscle, stopping right at the back of my knee.
“Just in case you were wondering, yes, I do feel some type of way about you leaving me hanging today,” I whispered.
“I know you do, and I’m sorry.”
I sat up, my gaze moving over him in confusion.
