“Where are you going?” She mumbled.
“Upstairs.”
She cracked one eye open. “Mm. Tell Mr. Producer good morning for me.”
“Get up, Treasure. Remember our flights are leaving at 4 pm.”
“You’re a party pooper, Sibley. The man said we could stay forever.”
“Get up, bestie.” I smiled as I rolled my eyes and left.
I made it to his suite but hesitated outside his door for a second before knocking. I didn’t like walking into spaces unannounced, and I didn’t like invading his privacy. Yes, he wasentertaining me, but there could have very well been another woman in there.
“You gon knock or what?” He asked, opening the door. Kier stood there in gray sweats, shirtless, with his locs in a ponytail pinned back.
“How did you know I was standing here?” He gestured to the camera in the corner. “Oh, well, good morning.”
“Morning, come in.” He added, stepping aside to let me in. I heard the door close and lock behind me. His suite was cleaner and quieter than ours. There was no evidence of chaos and the way the place was set up, even the sunlight felt more welcoming.
“You’re dressed,” he added, taking me in.
“I’ve been up for a while.”
He nodded once and walked toward the kitchen area, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and tossing one to me.
“So,” he said, leaning against the counter. “You enjoy your time here? Are you ready to find out where we are going next?”
My heart thudded in my chest as I gathered my next words. I unscrewed the cap slowly and took a sip of water. Kier stared at me, awaiting my response.
“I need to leave,” I said, hyper fixated on my water bottle.
“So, you didn’t enjoy yourself?” He quipped.
“No, that’s not it. I just need to go home for a bit.”
“What’s up with that, beautiful? I thought you planned on spending the whole summer with me?”
“I do.” I met his eyes. “I just need to get some things.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Aaight, I’ll gas up the jet. It’ll have you there and back within 48 hours.”
I shook my head, a small laugh slipping out. “Kier, does it always move this fast with you? I need more than 48 hours,” I continued. “I need to tie up some stuff and get items for work. That way I don’t have to keep going back and forth all summer.”
He walked closer, stopping just within reach. I felt him there before he touched me. He tilted my chin up. “You coming back?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Promise me.”
“Kier,” I sighed, turning my head.
“No, Sibley, don’t look away. Look at me.” Kier turned my chin back towards him. Promise me you’ll be back.”
“Why do I have to look at you, Kier?” I asked as my heart raced from the intensity of his expression.
“Because the eyes don’t lie. Say it.”
“I promise, Kier, I’ll be back.”
