Great.
I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Less than an hour to get ready? Marlon might need pussy to calm his ass down too.
My phone was on the nightstand so I grabbed it and immediately winced.
Missed calls and messages. Most from my dad but some were…
I sat up slowly, pulling the covers with me as I hit her name and pressed call. She picked up on the second ring.
“You still pissed at me?” I asked before she could even speak.
“Girl, fuck you,”Orim said instantly. “How’s San Francisco?”
I laughed, dropping back against the pillows. “So you not mad?”
“I am, but I’m also nosey, so talk.”
I rolled onto my side, propping my head up with my hand.
“You first. Did my dad get you in trouble?”
“Rory.Yougot me in trouble.”
I sucked my teeth.
“And yes you did. Clay’s making me write a letter of apology to the hotel staff and Bosh is taking away the Amex. Your dad said he’d pay for the damages but both of them are docking my weekly allowance for some of the costs.”
“Wow. So generous of Dillon to say he’d pay the bills then ship me here to work it off.”
“Oh, I heard,” she said. “Everyone’s talking about how he finally put his foot down with you. And to ship you off with Marlon of all people. It’s practically a death sentence.”
“Oh please,” I flipped on my back. “It isn’t even like that.”
“Then what is it like?”
I exhaled slowly, thinking about it. About him.
“He’s not so bad,” I said finally.
Orim went quiet for a second.
“…you serious?”
“Yeah.” I frowned slightly, sitting up again. “Like last night when I was feeling… sick. He took care of me. Then this morning he sent over a wellness check. He worries about me. I’ve never had that before.”
“You’ve had men keep you before.”
“That’s not the same,” I said quickly. “They always want something in exchange for being kept. Even when they pretend they don’t.”
“And he didn’t?”
“No.”
That was the part I couldn’t shake.
“He just… handled everything and made sure I was good. He cares. I know he does.”
Orim let out a low whistle. “Oh, you gone.”
