Chapter Thirteen
RILEY
The wheelsof the plane hit the tarmac with a jolt, and I sneak a glance at Kieran from the corner of my eye.
We’re in Vegas, the so-called city of love and sin, but judging by the brooding man beside me, you would think we were flying in for a funeral.
His jaw is tight, and his arms are folded over his chest as if he’s trying to put up a physical barrier between the two of us.
We’ve barely exchanged ten words since we left New York, and considering we’re meant to be a couple that is so madly in love that we’re eloping, he needs to work on his goddamn acting.
“Try not to look like you’re being dragged to your own execution,” I mutter under my breath as we taxi down the runway.
He doesn’t even offer me a reply.
This is going to be agreatweekend.
We catch a cab straight to the Strip.
Kieran is on his phone for most of the ride, so I take the opportunity to look out the window and admire the neon chaos of Vegas as we head toward our hotel.
I’ve never been here before, and I never expected my first trip would be with Kieran Sullivan, of all people, but I intend on making the most of it.
My stomach flutters with a mixture of excitement and nerves as we eventually arrive at the hotel, which looks more like a palace with its marble floors, gold accents, and enormous chandeliers dangling from the ceiling.
“Trying to impress me, Sullivan?” I ask as we walk across the foyer.
Kieran doesn’t look up from his phone, which irritates me.
I should be glad that I’m not having to engage in conversation with him, and yet, I can’t seem to forget how much I enjoyed talking with him over dinner the other night.
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 leastpretendto 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 ourhoneymoon, 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.”
