She’s not here.
Fuck.
What time is it?
The blackout curtains make it so dark, it’s hard to tell.
My chest burns as I look at the bedside clock. Just before seven. Barely fucking daylight and she’s gone.
Ace.
The best fuck I’ve ever had in my life.
Jesus.
I don’t even know if I can call it that. Whatever we did, it felt a lot more intimate than just fucking between two adults. We connected in a way I’ve never done with a woman. Our bodies pulled together like magnets. Her pussy was made so goddamn perfectly for me. Tight and smooth.
My cock twitches under the covers, but I’m too goddamn pissed off to stroke it.
She fucking left.
I know for damn sure that it wasn’t because she didn’t enjoy herself. The way her pussy pulsed around my cock made me come harder than I ever have. Honestly, I’m surprised she was even able to walk this morning. Though I would have happily carried her out of here, taken her back to her hotel, and at least gotten her number. I wouldn’t mind traveling to wherever the fuck she lives every once in a while.
Maybe she had to catch a flight.
Still. She should have fucking woken me.
I would have taken her to the airport myself and flown her home on a private jet just so I could fuck her again while being thirty thousand feet in the air.
She deserves a trip over my knee for leaving without so much as saying goodbye.
My irritation lingers as I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. By the time I’m done and dressed in the same clothes I wore to the club, I stomp over to the vanity.
Jesus.
It'severywhere.
Her goddamn cosmic rave glitter shit is all over me. My hands, face, neck, even my fucking clothes. No matter how many clean washcloths I use, I can’t get it all off. Finally, I stop trying and storm out of the bathroom.
As I stop to grab the key card, I narrow my gaze at the black poker card sitting next to it.
An ace of hearts.
Heart racing, I flip it over, expecting to find her phone number on the back. My stomach drops when I see there’s nothing on it. It’s just a regular playing card. Her favorite one. Which also happens to be my second favorite.
After staring at it for a long time, I finally tuck it into my suit pocket before strolling out of the penthouse and into the elevator. I probably look like a damn disco ball as I make my way into the blinding daylight of Las Vegas.
So much for getting my thirty-eighth year around the sun off to a good start. I got exactly what I asked for. A no-ties, one-night stand with no names and no numbers exchanged.
I’m just not sure why it feels like I didn’t get what I actually wanted.
I don’t like it.
Not even a little bit.
“Hey, man.”Beckett slides into my office like it’s his own, his signature fuck-boy smirk on his face. “Whoa, what the fuck happened to you? You look like that hot glittery girl attacked you with all her sparkly-ness and then kicked you to the curb.”
Closing my eyes, I breathe in. Throwing the stapler at my brother won’t help my temper. It would really fucking feel good, though.
