Stefan led her toward the elevators, still whispering sweet nothings into her ear—or so I assumed. She was smiling and laughing, touching his arm and playing with her long, silky hair.
At least he wasn’t playing with it.
I should have gone into the boutique. Should have turned tail and marched out of there and spent as much of Stefan’s money as humanly possible. Instead, I followed them. I kept my distance across the expansive lobby, but there was no need. Neither of them noticed me standing there, off to the side. In fact, they were so caught up in each other that I could probably run screaming across the lobby and they wouldn’t even bat an eye.
* * *
Stefan,being Stefan, kept pulling out his phone. His date pouted a little and I bit back a smirk. Not even this gorgeous creature could keep him away from his true love—his cellphone. But he still had his hand on her lower back. Already, he was touching her more than he had touched me during our entire honeymoon.
Jealousy tore through me.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I watched as they got in—alone—and the doors closed. I rushed over to the bank of elevators and called my own down.
Were they going up to our room? Did Stefan actually have the balls to think he was going to sleep with this woman in our honeymoon suite while I was still somewhere in the hotel?In flagrante delictoor not, I was going to rip them both to shreds when I got up there.
But when I arrived at our floor, the hall was empty. So was our room. I sat heavily on the sofa, where the pillow and blanket Stefan had left there last night were still perched. If he hadn’t brought her here, they had to be somewhere else in the hotel. Together.
I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. Not only was Stefan doing everything he could to avoid being physical with me, but he was also spending our honeymoon fooling around with some other woman. A few hours ago, I had thought that things between us couldn’t get any worse. ThatIcouldn’t feel any worse.
But now I realized I’d been wrong.
