“None of us were complaining about not going out,” Jase interjected.
I shot him a playful glare. “Yeah, but I’d very much like to make it to dinner tonight. In fact, I’m going to take my time getting ready.”
Dylan nodded. “Okay, what are we going to do?”
I shrugged. “Why don’t you go to the casino and gamble a little? Then you could come up here to pick me up like it’s a real date.”
Jase smiled. “We can do that.”
They both changed into collared shirts and slacks before returning to the living room to say goodbye.
Dylan leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Text us if you need anything.”
“I will.”
Jase followed it with a kiss to my mouth, lingering for just a second. “We won’t be gone long.”
I watched them grab their wallets and keycards, and the door clicked shut behind them.
In the bedroom, I searched the closet for a dress to wear. As someone who was always accused of overpacking for every trip, I had plenty of options.
I settled on a gold sequined minidress with a halter top and matching heels. As I crossed to the dresser to grab my makeup bag, I noticed Dylan had left his phone behind.
I picked it up and hurried out of the room hoping to catch them at the elevator.
The second I opened the door, I froze.
Standing on the other side was Callum Whitmore.
My breath caught.
“What are you doing here?” I gasped.
“Just came to see my favorite person.” He smiled but it came off as menacing rather than friendly.
“Look, I don’t know how you were able to find me, but I’m not really interested in talking or hanging out.” I went to close the door, but he shoved it open and forced his way inside. My shoulder slammed into the wall, knocking the wind out of me.
His hand shot out and wrapped around my wrist. His fingers dug into my skin.
“What the fuck,” I yelled and tried to break out of his hold. “I don’t know why you’re here, but you need to leave.”
He leaned in close, his breath hot on my cheek. “I think you know exactly why I’m here.”
My stomach dropped.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way,” he mumbled, and I wasn’t sure whether he was speaking to himself or to me. “I was willing to wait until you figured out we were meant to be together.”
“I told you more than once I wasn’t interested.”
He glared at me. “But you don’t have a problem parading around Vegas with those two baseball players like a slut.”
The word hit me like a slap to the face.
I tried to yank free again, but he shoved me further into the suite.
It was then that I heard someone banging on the door. I opened my mouth to call out, but he wrapped his free arm around me and clamped a hand over it.
“Don’t,” he warned.
