Page 56 of Bound Lies

Up until that stupid kiss, I thought that we could have fun with this arrangement, but it was stupid of me to believe that Kieran Sullivan is capable of such a thing.

“Not everything’s about you.”

That’s my future husband-to-be, charming as ever.

We take the elevator up to the honeymoon suite, and the second I push open the door and step inside, my breath catches at the sight before me.

The suite is huge, bigger than any hotel room I’ve ever been in, with floor-to-ceiling windows stretching across one wall showcasing a breathtaking view of the Vegas Strip below.

The main room is sleek and modern, with polished marble floors that gleam under the warm, ambient lighting. Off to the side, there is a plush velvet couch and a glass coffee table, a polished marble bar stocked with crystal decanters filled with every kind of liquor imaginable, and a dining table that has a bottle of champagne on ice as well as a huge wicker basket filled with delicious snacks.

I think I might actually be in heaven.

“Okay.” I drag out the word as I spin slowly in the middle of the suite. “I’ll admit it, this is incredible.”

Kieran shrugs from where he leans against the wall, scrolling through his phone like the whole room bores him. “It’s okay.”

I whirl on him. “Okay? Are you kidding? This place looks like it was designed for royalty. You could at least pretend to be excited.”

“It’s a hotel room.”

“It’s not just a hotel room; it’s the honeymoon suite! Because we’re about to be on our honeymoon, unless you’ve forgotten.”

“How could I possibly forget?” He still refuses to meet my eyes.

“Seriously, you need to stop with the bad mood right now. I get that this is the last thing you want to be doing, but if you don’t get your shit together, you’re going to blow this for both of us.”

He finally looks at me, and I suck a breath as his dark eyes meet mine. They flicker with something unreadable before he sighs and tucks his phone into his pocket.

“You’re right. I’ll do better.”

I blink.

I wasn’t expecting him to actually agree with me. “Okay, then… Uh… Good.”

I force myself to look away from Kieran before my body decides it would be a great idea to try and kiss him again and decide to go and scope out the bedrooms. I might be in Vegas, but I still have one last final to study for, so the sooner I get unpacked, the sooner I can crack open my books.

Except walking into the bedroom hits me like a punch to the gut.

I take it back. This place isn’t heaven.

It’s actually the fiery pits of hell.

“Oh no. No, no, no.”

My eyes land on the super king-sized bed in the center of the room, with its freshly pressed white sheets and plush pillows and the scattering of rose petals that cover it.

My stomach bottoms out.

I want to laugh and cry, all at the same time.

Kieran appears behind me, but I don’t glance at him. I don’t need him seeing the dark pink blush that is now staining my cheeks as I stare at the enormous bed that apparently we are meant to share.

“Fuck’s sake.”

“I thought we would have separate beds, at the very least.” My throat is painfully dry, and I can barely get the words out.

“So did I, but Ronan was in charge of the booking. If this is his idea of some kind of joke, I’m going to fucking kill him when we get back to New York.”