her spine and she pulled the belt to her robe a little tighter.
Hearing the water from the shower snapped her back to reality and she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.
“Hello.”
“Hi, it’s me,” Sloane sighed, collapsing on the bed. She could finally take a breath and it helped to hear the calming and supportive voice of her friend on the phone.
“Hola mi dulce. What’s going on?” Sloane knew Liyah would have an endless amount of questions for her, but the only thing she could focus on was the sight of a near naked Gates. And now she could only imagine his bare body in the shower. She envisioned rivers of water streaming across his rock hard anatomy and his dark eyelashes made even darker by the water coursing over him. Shaking her head to try and clear it of her impure thoughts, she fiddled with the remote to the TV. “Chase just dropped Brayden off with me and was mumbling something about lies and how they catch up with you. What’s going on and where are you?”
“Brayden’s with you? Oh, Liyah. I think Chase is mad at me. No, I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me. Are you going to be okay with keeping Brayden?”
“You know it’s not a problem. But honey, that’s an understatement. Chase is incensed. What did you do to him? And, where are you? And what did Gates say he was going to do about our project after I left?”
“He’s going with our project.” She fumbled with the end of the belt of the robe and tried to get a handle on Liyah’s barrage of questions as she moved up to lie back on the pillows.
“What! We did it. Are you serious?”
“Calm down Liyah. You’re going to be mad when you hear the rest. Gates never had any intentions of going with D&S. He was stringing us along. I could’ve killed him when he told me that, but that’s not even the real kicker.” She stopped, waiting for Liyah’s response to her news.
“That rat, I could strangle him. Does he realize how much we put into this? I can’t believe he put us through this. Then again, he does still have feelings for you so-”
“Whatever. I do agree with you that he’s a big rat because instead of me being home with my little boy, I’m stuck here in Charleston with Gates.”
“What, Charleston? Like in South Carolina? What’re you doing there?” Liyah’s voice rose in telling anticipation of what was going on with her and Gates and Sloane could virtually see the wheels turning in her friend’s mind.
“It’s a long story. I’ll fill you in when I get back. Are you sure you’re okay with keeping Brayden? I know it’s an imposition?” Sloane dropped the terry cloth belt and pulled one of the enormous pillows onto her stomach. She toyed with the satin edge and reveled in the decadent luxury of the suite. She had to admit she kind of missed all of the extravagance that came along with Gates’ life. A night in an expensive hotel like this was a drop in the bucket to him and she had almost forgotten how different it was to live in his lavish world.
“Sweetie, it’s not like you have much choice and you know I don’t mind. He’s a handful, but I love spending time with him. When will you get back?”
“I’m not sure. I’m hoping early morning. Look, I gotta go. Gates is getting out of the shower. I’ll talk to you later.” Sitting up, Sloane realized the water had shut off in the bathroom and she knew Gates would emerge soon.
“The shower…Sloane…what?” But it was too late; Sloane had already hung up, leaving Liyah to wonder what was going on in Charleston.
Chapter 7
Once both were showered and reasonably comfortable in their robes, they sent their clothes down to be cleaned. Now Sloane sat on the bed as Gates sat in a chair. Neither bothered to turn on the lights and the only light generated was from the iridescent glow of the television and the intermittent flashes of lightning outside.
Sloane walked to the window and opened the curtains further. The storm didn’t seem to
Hearing the water from the shower snapped her back to reality and she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.
“Hello.”
“Hi, it’s me,” Sloane sighed, collapsing on the bed. She could finally take a breath and it helped to hear the calming and supportive voice of her friend on the phone.
“Hola mi dulce. What’s going on?” Sloane knew Liyah would have an endless amount of questions for her, but the only thing she could focus on was the sight of a near naked Gates. And now she could only imagine his bare body in the shower. She envisioned rivers of water streaming across his rock hard anatomy and his dark eyelashes made even darker by the water coursing over him. Shaking her head to try and clear it of her impure thoughts, she fiddled with the remote to the TV. “Chase just dropped Brayden off with me and was mumbling something about lies and how they catch up with you. What’s going on and where are you?”
“Brayden’s with you? Oh, Liyah. I think Chase is mad at me. No, I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me. Are you going to be okay with keeping Brayden?”
“You know it’s not a problem. But honey, that’s an understatement. Chase is incensed. What did you do to him? And, where are you? And what did Gates say he was going to do about our project after I left?”
“He’s going with our project.” She fumbled with the end of the belt of the robe and tried to get a handle on Liyah’s barrage of questions as she moved up to lie back on the pillows.
“What! We did it. Are you serious?”
“Calm down Liyah. You’re going to be mad when you hear the rest. Gates never had any intentions of going with D&S. He was stringing us along. I could’ve killed him when he told me that, but that’s not even the real kicker.” She stopped, waiting for Liyah’s response to her news.
“That rat, I could strangle him. Does he realize how much we put into this? I can’t believe he put us through this. Then again, he does still have feelings for you so-”
“Whatever. I do agree with you that he’s a big rat because instead of me being home with my little boy, I’m stuck here in Charleston with Gates.”
“What, Charleston? Like in South Carolina? What’re you doing there?” Liyah’s voice rose in telling anticipation of what was going on with her and Gates and Sloane could virtually see the wheels turning in her friend’s mind.
“It’s a long story. I’ll fill you in when I get back. Are you sure you’re okay with keeping Brayden? I know it’s an imposition?” Sloane dropped the terry cloth belt and pulled one of the enormous pillows onto her stomach. She toyed with the satin edge and reveled in the decadent luxury of the suite. She had to admit she kind of missed all of the extravagance that came along with Gates’ life. A night in an expensive hotel like this was a drop in the bucket to him and she had almost forgotten how different it was to live in his lavish world.
“Sweetie, it’s not like you have much choice and you know I don’t mind. He’s a handful, but I love spending time with him. When will you get back?”
“I’m not sure. I’m hoping early morning. Look, I gotta go. Gates is getting out of the shower. I’ll talk to you later.” Sitting up, Sloane realized the water had shut off in the bathroom and she knew Gates would emerge soon.
“The shower…Sloane…what?” But it was too late; Sloane had already hung up, leaving Liyah to wonder what was going on in Charleston.
Chapter 7
Once both were showered and reasonably comfortable in their robes, they sent their clothes down to be cleaned. Now Sloane sat on the bed as Gates sat in a chair. Neither bothered to turn on the lights and the only light generated was from the iridescent glow of the television and the intermittent flashes of lightning outside.
Sloane walked to the window and opened the curtains further. The storm didn’t seem to
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