Presley tore her hand out of his and smacked him. “What is wrong with you? I lost weight because I was stressed. Why is it me that has to be the one under stress?”
“I was coming up with a reason for you not having a ring.”
“How about you never gave me one?” she growled at him.
“Well, that’s going to ruin our story. Do you want me to get you a ring, Ladybird?”
“Fuck off,” she grunted and waved around frustratedly. “This entire vacation is going to the shitter and I’m over it. Can we go back to our room now?”
“Why are you so mad?”
“I don’t even know!” she grumbled.
“You should be glad I’m here. Imagine if I wasn’t and you were here at this resort all alone fighting off the Algernons and the Parises of the world? It would be awful.”
“I’m not glad you’re here thoug
She was surprised when she woke at dawn to find Cruz wasn’t in the bed and evidently hadn’t come back to the room. She grabbed her phone and noted the time was coming on five thirty. Finding herself wondering if maybe he’d slept on the patio, she got out of the bed, padded to the patio, and found no sign of him at all.He really hadn’t come back. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth she made her way to the bathroom and quickly took care of her business.By six-thirty she was wondering where on earth he’d gotten to because she knew this was an expensive resort which usually sold out well in advance. Her phone didn’t have a single message since she’d fallen asleep the night before. She went back to the patio annoyed with herself over how much she was worrying over him when he was a grown ass man who shouldn’t even be there to begin with.Scanning up and down the beach from the patio there was n
Strolling along a cobbled sidewalk, licking an ice cream cone which cost far too much money, Presley reminded herself she was in a part of the world mere mortals like her should never tread. She wondered whether the people walking around dressed to the nines in the early morning did this every day. It seemed a waste of an effort which would have taken her hours to do, considering she normally woke up in the morning and put her hair in a messy bun, added sunscreen and lip gloss and called herself ready for work.Her phone buzzed again in her pocket, and she knew it was impossible for it to be anyone from home. When she’d spoken to her parents it was after eleven at night. She’d seen her last text messages from the girls after midnight their time and took one annoyed call from her editor while she’d been on the train.It was easily two in the morning now in Vancouver so the person blowing up her phone right now needed to be Cruz. She considered shutting
Cruz was holding Presley’s hand as they strolled back towards the resort’s hotel following their day in Cannes and he couldn’t stop smiling.Despite the rocky start to the day, they’d actually spent an incredible afternoon day in Cannes. They’d eaten lunch together strolled the streets and shops and he’d enjoyed watching Presley finally relax in his presence.“I really had a fun time today, Ladybird. How would you feel about having dinner together in the restaurant here? I didn’t book anywhere off the resort.”“Actually, I’m exhausted. The run this morning and then all the walking this afternoon, I want to put my feet up and relax.”“What if,” he looked at her hopefully, “we order room service, I give you the best foot massage of your life and we have an early night? I bet I could pull up a movie on the laptop.”“Really? You wouldn&rs
Presley sent a quick text to Sloane.We messed up. The ex is crazier than expected. I believe we may have opened a virtual Pandora’s box of plague and pestilence on France and Cruz.Sloane was seconds in responding.What? Why? How?Presley sent a message back her fingers flying frantically over the tiny keyboard of her screen. Her eyes kept darting to the patio where despite the doors being closed, she could hear his muffled raged and see his hands waving in the air and occasionally tugging at his hair.I forgot to tell you he keeps restraining orders against her. I thought it was simply because she was in his DMs a lot. Nope. Turns out nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake. She showed up here screaming baby across the lobby. He told me she’s so unhinged her parents have her under conservatorship.Like Brittany was? Poor Brittany.We all agree poor Brittany, but this seems to be required.And she’s there?She is here. She is wild. She twitches, Sloane. She actually twitches. We need to f
Presley was feeling very nervous as she and Cruz entered the breakfast room of the hotel the next morning. She wasn’t sure where Ramona was lurking but she was quite certain, based on the way Cruz was complaining while she was in the shower how the woman was still at the resort.“I hired local security services,” Cruz told her as they took a seat. “There are two men sitting at the table next to us who are part of my security detail now. They will ensure Ramona doesn’t cause a scene. Unfortunately her parents can’t get here until tomorrow to collect her and bring her home.”She leaned back as the hostess poured them each a cup of coffee and left them with the menu.“We have four more days here before we go to Spain. I wonder if maybe we could get the itinerary changed?”“I already asked Anderson to look into it and no. The resort in Spain is packed solid. I tried to find a different one but it wasn’t near the same location and Sloane appa
“Presley!” A man’s voice called her from the lobby of the hotel as they were leaving to go walk down to the beach and her head snapped sideways in disbelief. “Odin?” “Holy shit, you two are together!” Her older brother and nemesis unlike no other, stormed towards her and Cruz with a furious expression on his face. “She’s my kid sister, Cruz!” “I called you a few weeks back and you said she was nothing to you, not a sister and you would never acknowledge her as such.” Cruz boldly called him out. “Yeah, because I didn’t want to get pulled into the blame for her shit. She’s crazy.” “Insult her again and see what happens,” Cruz’s eyes were more green than brown as anger filled them. “Neat,” Presley looked up at him. “You really do go all hulk smash when you’re mad. Your hazel eyes look more green than the mix.” “You shouldn’t be looking into his eyes, Presley. He’s known you since you were an infant.” “What do you care, Odin?” She asked folding her arms over her che
Presley was seated by herself on the patio outside the room she was sharing with Cruz when a voice hissing her name called her. She looked over the rail and noted Algernon standing there.“What the actual hell?” She questioned quietly. Why now of all time did Cruz say he needed the bathroom? She was not close enough for them to be using toilets in each other presences and so she’d vacated to the patio, despite him telling her he wasn’t shy and she could stay. She shuddered with the notion and then looked back at Algernon. Which was worse? Algernon or Cruz seated on a toilet with the door off the room. Right now both men felt repulsive.“Presley. Your name is Presley right?”She did not want this man to know her name but yet something in his facial expression told her something was wrong. “Yes. Why?”“Okay, I was jut having drinks in the bar,” he waved his hand as he got closer to her patio, tripping over some flora as he continued talking, “well, actually I was avoiding my wife. S
Presley took a deep breath and dialed out to her father.“Hey P.” He answered on the first ring. “How lucky am I you’re calling me twice when you’re angry?”“Daddy,” she whined, “don’t.”“What do you need baby? Do you need me to get your mom?”“No. Though she should be there for this conversation. Is she with you at the office?”“She is out in my reception area but I’ll get her. Hold on a minute.”“Wait. Before you get her Dad, is she okay? I’m feeling really badly about the other night and hurting her. I texted her a couple of times yesterday to check in on her and she said she was fine but she’s not going to tell me.”“She is hurting P, but she deserved to know what Odin was saying. He’s been blocking all our calls but I want him to explain to her and to me what the point is. She has the right to confront him for his lies. I threw him out of here the other night because I caught him in my computer again.”“Wait, Dad, I forgot he was in your computer. Mom and I figured he got
Presley saw the way his eyes widened, his pupils dilating and his breath hitching as he rested his forehead against hers and exhaled quietly.“Do you mean it?”“I do.”“Thank you, God.” He whispered quietly.“I’m still really angry, Cruz.”“I know you are. You have every right to be. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”She stared into his eyes and then admitted, “I wouldn’t have married him.”“What?”“If he would have proposed, I would have said no.”“Why? You loved him.”“I did. I loved him a lot but,” she felt mean for saying it, “his mother was a third wheel in our relationship. I was with him for almost four years, and I never introduced him to my parents as anything more than a friend and told him Daddy threatened to cut off my tuition if I got a boyfriend during college, which was true, but he said it as a joke.”“Your father said that?”She nodded, “So at first, we were only hooking up, but he got serious faster than I did. Then we decided third year we were going to room toget
Presley stood staring at the water lapping gently on the shore. It was quite possibly the calmest the sea had been since she arrived. It mocked her. While everything seemed right in nature, her entire world was imploding all around her.“Say something,” Cruz said from beside her, standing close enough she could feel the heat from his body and yet it felt like the entire world was between them. “Tell me you don’t think I’m a pervert for wanting you when you were seventeen or nineteen or twenty-one. Tell me you’re not going to leave me before we’ve even really gotten started.”She remained quietly watching the shoreline, the echoes of people laughing as they strolled the pathway between her patio and the beach, straining her ears.“Presley,” he stepped closer, his fingers reaching to grip her baby finger, “Ladybird, talk to me.”“Was it a prank?”“What?”“When you called your friend to offer the job, was it a prank?”“What do you mean a prank?”“My entire life, or at least from the time
Presley waited until the room was emptied other than her and Cruz and then she turned to him.“What is the secret? What is it you’ve been hiding from me which is making Anderson give me strange side-eyes and hissing at you constantly?”“Can we sit?” He motioned to the patio, “preferably away from the mess in here.”She led the way to the patio table and sat on the chair facing the beach. Couples walked hand in hand the way she and Cruz did earlier in the day, and she realized it felt an entire lifetime ago.“Are you okay?” he asked as he sat down opposite her, his hands flattening and fisting atop the table as if nervous.“What do you think Cruz? Somewhere in this resort there is a mobster who is expecting to take me as a payment because my insane brother thought it would be a clever way to settle his debts and get rid of me.” She gave an upset huff, “no, I’m not okay.” She blinked angry tears away, “do you think this guy really killed his last two lovers?”“I don’t know. All I know i
“What the hell happened?” Gavin came into the room with Scarlett quick on his heels. Odin was awake on the bed, but Algernon was sitting on him, refusing to let him up.“Cruz punched me out,” Odin laughed hysterically. “He’s mad because I told Presley the truth about how he’s not really going to marry her and it’s all a big prank.”“No, you giant asshole,” Cruz grunted from where he leaned against a wall, “I punched him because we found out he tried to sell Presley off to a mobster.”Odin’s head snapped up, “What?”“You told Liborio Bartoli you could make your sister be his mistress in exchange for your debt being paid off.”“How did you find out?”The blood caking Odin’s mouth made Presley grimace but then his question caught up from her ears to her brain.“You really did?”“I told you, you bitch, I hate your fucking guts. If a mobster wants to make you his sex slave in exchange for wiping my debt off, who am I to say no?”“What the hell is wrong with you?” Gavin asked clutching his
Presley was in her suite alone pacing.During their lunch, Odin took a phone call out in the lobby and then disappeared. Her parents were pissed off but they, as well as Marsha, were also too tired to deal with him so they, Sloane and Halima all went to their respective rooms.Anderson told Cruz he needed to talk to him about something and the way Anderson was watching Halima walk away, Presley figured the man needed to get his best friend’s advice on how to proceed. She thought Anderson was asking the wrong guy considering Cruz chased her with the tact of a bulldozer over an ant hill but what did she know?A knock on the door made her grimace, “Cruz, stop forgetting your key.” She grumbled as she opened the door to find Odin there. She immediately wanted to slam it shut.“What do you want?”“I need Dad’s room number. They wouldn’t give it to me at the desk.”“Can’t help you. I don’t have it.”“I need him to do the transfer.”She frowned, “what?”“We ate brunch together. He owes me tw
Presley smiled when Cruz’s hand rested on her knee under the table during their luncheon with their friends and family. He was acting like a possessive boyfriend, a real boyfriend, and while she knew he wanted them to be a real couple, it felt good to know he was still of this mindset even in front of the family.He was doting and it felt nice and even her father shot a couple of little smiles in their direction.Her happiness though felt a complete contrast to Halima’s. The woman was pissed off. She couldn’t help but snicker at the way Halima was shooting Anderson death glares and she and Sloane exchanged more than one curious look at the way their friend was behaving. They were realizing she was not as immune to Anderson as she said she was and to Presley and Sloane, it was kind of funny to see their unflappable friend at a loss.Her thoughts were interrupted by her name being called.“Presley!” a voice called from the end of their table. “Wow, you have everyone here.”“Paris,” she
“Well, you two look good together,” Anderson said with a smirk.“Don’t we? Told you she fits. See the way she fills all my negative spaces? It’s perfect.”“You have it bad.”“Not as bad as an idiot who told a woman she’d be having his brown babies within a year,” Cruz frowned at Anderson. “Did you actually think it would work?”“I blurted it out. First time in my life I ever panicked in front of a woman. I flirted with her, and she wouldn’t even respond and I fucking panicked and now I’ve been hiding from her brother. Have you ever seen him? The man is jacked. I mean he’s not as big as you, but they could use you as a body double for Dave Bautista. Few men on earth are as big as you but fairly sure Halima’s brother weighs a hundred and five kilos, easily. He’s also been arrested multiple times for running with a motorcycle gang.”“I thought for sure you’d take the hit.”“I’m a lover not a fighter Cruz. I need this face to convince her I’m pretty enough to be with her.”“You’re an idio
Presley was tucked under Cruz’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around his waist, laughing at the way he was hoping Paris would find a way to get Ramona to piss off when she heard her name being squealed loudly.She ripped herself out of Cruz’s grip and raced to Sloane and Halima and fell into their group hug. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here.”“This place is incredible!” Sloane looked around excitedly. She leaned sideways, “hey Cruz, looking massive as always.”“Sloane,” he shook his head at her comment, “you and I need to have words about sending my ex here.”“I’m sorry she’s stressing Presley out. I’m not sorry she’s pissing you off though. You’re an ass.”Halima snorted, “yeah. A ginormous ass.”“We’re together now,” Cruz motioned between himself and Presley, “you should be nice.”“No.” Sloane laughed in his face. “She’s confused by the massive dick I keep sending photos of to everyone. Why your ex kept multiple pictures of your junk is unclear, but it’s been helpful in my support of
Presley walked into the hotel lobby her hand engulfed by Cruz’s and felt her stomach rolling uncontrollably. Her parents were due at the resort shortly. Cruz did his best to keep her mind occupied about their arrival. The ache at her thighs told her he’d done a particularly excellent job indeed but now, out of the safety of their room, and not wrapped completely in his warm embrace, she felt the weight of the impending arrival of everyone crushing over her.“Babe, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight it would hurt if you were actually strong,” he teased her, lifting her fingers to his lips and kissing them. “It’s going to be fine.”“It doesn’t feel like it. My stomach wants to purge the entire contents of my breakfast in bed.”He chuckled at her words, “it’s going to be fine. I promise. I’ll be right with you the entire time.”“Every time in my life, whenever I’m present when Odin gets confronted, he immediately targets me.” She came to a stop near the doors of the lobby. They’d decid