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He turned to me fully, his dark eyebrows knitting together as he frowned. “No?” He cocked his head to the side, his damp hair wetting the shoulder of Elodie’s gown. “Is it tomorrow's? Or maybe the next day? Or are you going to ghost me again?”
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t ghost him. That I’d simply stepped away from a situation that had cost me my job and my home.
“You’re going to be staying here with Lola for the next few weeks,” Erik cut in and all eyes turned towards him. “Isla did a press release today.” He shook his head. “It's going to get rough for her,” he said sadly.
“Good,” Dion bit out. “She should have thought about that before all the stunts she pulled this past year.”
An uneasy silence filled the room. No one spoke because no one had anything to say. What he said was the truth.
“You don’t mean that,” I said finally. “You’re angry now, but you loved her once and...”
Dion turned to me, his features softening. “You’re a good person, Lola. A better person than I am. I’m not sure how they roped you into babysitting me but I’m glad they did. Won't you miss your home though? Work?”
“Lola’s been living with me for the last few months,” Elodie piped in.
A pulse started to throb in Dion’s temple. “You’ve been here the entire time, huh? Right under my nose. And hiding in plain sight?”
“I wasn’t hiding.” Except that wasn’t entirely true. I’d been hiding from the world for months.
“Yeah, just didn’t want to see me? So why the change of heart now?”
I blinked up at him in shock. He was angry when he had no right to be. I didn’t owe him an explanation as to why I didn’t want him to know my whereabouts. It should have been pretty self explanatory anyway.
“She hasn’t had a change of heart, and she isn’t here to look after you, Dion. She isn’t your babysitter. You need somewhere to stay that’s out of the public eye for the next few weeks, and...”
Dion turned to Elodie. “You’re going to be here?”
It might have been my imagination, but he sounded hopeful. Maybe Dion wanted to be around me as much as I did him.
Elodie shook her head. “No, Jax and I are going to go away for a bit. We haven’t really had a chance to spend any time together since we got back from tour and with you guys going into the studio next year, it might be my only chance to get him alone for a while.”
“So, just me and Lola?” Slowly, Dion’s dark eyes found mine. “Roommates, huh?”
“Looks like it.” I shrugged. “And the first rule of the house…” Letting my eyes wander down his god–like body, I grinned. “Is you being fully clothed.”
DION
Jax and Elodie left, and the moment they did, Lola started ignoring me and then continued to ignore me for the rest of the day. Hell, she didn’t just ignore me; she went out of her way not to be in the same room as me and it was driving me insane. Fair enough, we weren’t friends. I hadn’t known her before the night I had taken her to my bed, but that wasn’t from lack of trying on my part. I had wanted to get to know her, desperately. I’d asked her to marry me and even now when I knew how stupid that had been, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not really. What I had thought on the night of the Summit Awards still stood. Lola was good, and I needed that kind of goodness in my life.
No, needed wasn’t the right word. It didn’t quite cover it.
“Lola?” I said her name softly as I rapped on her closed bedroom door. She had been locked in there all day, only surfacing periodically to head to the kitchen before her door would close again with a dull click. Not waiting for her to answer me, I pushed the door open an inch and knocked again, just in case she was asleep or doing something…private. She wasn’t doing either of those things. Sat crossed legged on her bed, she was so engrossed in the book she was reading that she didn't even notice that I’d opened the door before I had pushed it open wider. Finally clocking me, the contented smile on her lips slipped into a frown, and she yanked the headphones from her head. Her eyebrows rose in question.
“You scared me. Is everything ok?” Scrambling off the bed, she reached for the robe hanging from the back of a chair.
“Yeah.” Suddenly I didn’t know what to say. All I knew was that I couldn’t handle her treating me like a total stranger any longer. It was bad enough when I was on tour and she wouldn’t take my calls, but to be in the same house as her and have her ghost me was excruciating. “I thought you might want to hang out, maybe grab some food...” I groaned low in my throat as she swung the fluffy pink monstrosity of a dressing gown around her. Not because she was covering herself when I wanted nothing more than to get her less covered, but because the movements made her breasts more prominent for a second, I could remember so clearly the weight of them. The damn taste of her rosy little nipples in my mouth.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Tightening the belt around her waist, she squared up to me.
“Why wouldn’t hanging out with you be a good idea?” My feet moved by themselves, taking me two steps closer to her. She was crazy if she thought hanging out wasn’t a good idea. Being around her even if it was talking or watching tv was the best idea I’d had in years.
“I meant going out for food.” Standing there just a foot away from me, she suddenly blushed. I didn’t know why or what had prompted it, but it was adorable.
“There you are.” Without thinking, I moved until I was right in front of her. My hand closed around her hip.
“What? Where? What are you on about, Dion?” She didn’t move away from me, but her hand came down over mine.
“The sweet girl who blushes when I look at her, when...”
