after eleven.
Getting
Kayden out of bed isn’t an easy task. I had to bargain and bribe, but finally
managed to get him out of bed. Keeping my promise, I let Kayden ravish me fast
and hard against the shower wall before taking turns washing one another.
After
blow drying my hair, I toss it up into a messy bun. I slip on some jean
short’s, a hot pink cami with lace trim, a v-neck white tee and black flip
flops before getting to work on packing up my suitcase. Kayden is busy packing
alongside me, looking all kinds of sexy with his cargo shorts, his blue polo
shirt slightly opened at the collar and his Nike running shoes. His hair is
still damp and is tussled perfectly from running his fingers through it.
“Well,
I’m officially all packed.” Zipping my last suitcase, I slide it off of the bed
and onto the floor.
Setting
his last suitcase on the floor beside mine, Kayden takes a step closer to me, snakes
his arm around my waist and pulls me into him. “Me too. You ready to go grab
something to eat?” He asks, before planting a short sweet kiss on my lips.
Sliding
my hand over his smooth, tan and toned arm I smile against his lips, “Yes, I’m
starving.”
We
hear Brooklyn and Dixon before we see them. Walking down the stairs we make our
way to the lower level of the suite where I spot Brooklyn standing in front of
the floor to ceiling glass windows that overlook the pool below.
She
has her hands resting on her hips and is tearing into Dixon, who’s pacing back
and forth in front of her. He looks extremely agitated, and every few seconds
is raking his fingers through his hair and rubbing his hands over his face.
“I
pray they sort their shit out before we have to ride on a plane together.”
Kayden mumbles under his breath.
Squeezing
his hand gently, I give him a small smile and direct him towards the kitchen.
The last thing I feel like doing this morning is getting sucked into the middle
of whatever the hell they’re arguing about. I look around the room as we make
our way into the kitchen, but don’t see Braxton or Jax anywhere. They must still
be upstairs packing, or avoiding World War III going on down here.
Just
as I’m buttering my banana muffin, Brooklyn comes storming into the kitchen,
fury burning in her eyes. “Savannah! I need to talk to you.” Focusing her eyes
on Kayden she emphasizes, “Alone,” before bringing her eyes back to me.
Shit.
This cannot be good. So much for me staying out of whatever it is that’s going
on with her and Dixon.
“I’m
going to bring our bags downstairs.” Kayden says dryly, kissing my cheek and
disappearing into the living room.
Letting
out an exasperated sigh, I grab my muffin and sit on a barstool. “Okay, now
that we’re alone, what’s going on Brooklyn?” My nerves skyrocket when she
doesn’t join me at the kitchen island. Instead she paces back and forth in
front of me.
“You
are going to flip your lid.” Is all she says as she chews on her fingernail.
My
coffee goes down like a rock, instantly causing a pain in my chest. What the
hell could’ve happened now? “Brooklyn, you’re really starting to freak me out.
Will you sit down? You’re making me nervous pacing back and forth like that!”
Snapping
her eyes over at me, she flashes an angry glare before giving in and plopping
down beside me, “I got really, really, really trashed last night. Like drunker
than I’ve been in a long time. Like UCLA long!”
Double
shit. This cannot be good. Brooklyn drunk is one thing; she’s the life of the
party. Brooklyn border line alcohol poisoning drunk is bad .
Back
in college, she got her ass arrested for getting totally shit faced at a frat
party; then decided it would be hilarious to go with a few of the frat boys and
steal a golf cart from one of the campus security guard’s. She ended up doing
almost twenty thousand dollars in damage between crashing the cart and damaging
school property. Her parents were none too pleased, and the only
Getting
Kayden out of bed isn’t an easy task. I had to bargain and bribe, but finally
managed to get him out of bed. Keeping my promise, I let Kayden ravish me fast
and hard against the shower wall before taking turns washing one another.
After
blow drying my hair, I toss it up into a messy bun. I slip on some jean
short’s, a hot pink cami with lace trim, a v-neck white tee and black flip
flops before getting to work on packing up my suitcase. Kayden is busy packing
alongside me, looking all kinds of sexy with his cargo shorts, his blue polo
shirt slightly opened at the collar and his Nike running shoes. His hair is
still damp and is tussled perfectly from running his fingers through it.
“Well,
I’m officially all packed.” Zipping my last suitcase, I slide it off of the bed
and onto the floor.
Setting
his last suitcase on the floor beside mine, Kayden takes a step closer to me, snakes
his arm around my waist and pulls me into him. “Me too. You ready to go grab
something to eat?” He asks, before planting a short sweet kiss on my lips.
Sliding
my hand over his smooth, tan and toned arm I smile against his lips, “Yes, I’m
starving.”
We
hear Brooklyn and Dixon before we see them. Walking down the stairs we make our
way to the lower level of the suite where I spot Brooklyn standing in front of
the floor to ceiling glass windows that overlook the pool below.
She
has her hands resting on her hips and is tearing into Dixon, who’s pacing back
and forth in front of her. He looks extremely agitated, and every few seconds
is raking his fingers through his hair and rubbing his hands over his face.
“I
pray they sort their shit out before we have to ride on a plane together.”
Kayden mumbles under his breath.
Squeezing
his hand gently, I give him a small smile and direct him towards the kitchen.
The last thing I feel like doing this morning is getting sucked into the middle
of whatever the hell they’re arguing about. I look around the room as we make
our way into the kitchen, but don’t see Braxton or Jax anywhere. They must still
be upstairs packing, or avoiding World War III going on down here.
Just
as I’m buttering my banana muffin, Brooklyn comes storming into the kitchen,
fury burning in her eyes. “Savannah! I need to talk to you.” Focusing her eyes
on Kayden she emphasizes, “Alone,” before bringing her eyes back to me.
Shit.
This cannot be good. So much for me staying out of whatever it is that’s going
on with her and Dixon.
“I’m
going to bring our bags downstairs.” Kayden says dryly, kissing my cheek and
disappearing into the living room.
Letting
out an exasperated sigh, I grab my muffin and sit on a barstool. “Okay, now
that we’re alone, what’s going on Brooklyn?” My nerves skyrocket when she
doesn’t join me at the kitchen island. Instead she paces back and forth in
front of me.
“You
are going to flip your lid.” Is all she says as she chews on her fingernail.
My
coffee goes down like a rock, instantly causing a pain in my chest. What the
hell could’ve happened now? “Brooklyn, you’re really starting to freak me out.
Will you sit down? You’re making me nervous pacing back and forth like that!”
Snapping
her eyes over at me, she flashes an angry glare before giving in and plopping
down beside me, “I got really, really, really trashed last night. Like drunker
than I’ve been in a long time. Like UCLA long!”
Double
shit. This cannot be good. Brooklyn drunk is one thing; she’s the life of the
party. Brooklyn border line alcohol poisoning drunk is bad .
Back
in college, she got her ass arrested for getting totally shit faced at a frat
party; then decided it would be hilarious to go with a few of the frat boys and
steal a golf cart from one of the campus security guard’s. She ended up doing
almost twenty thousand dollars in damage between crashing the cart and damaging
school property. Her parents were none too pleased, and the only
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