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Me: PS… naked on your bathroom floor?!?!
Quinnie: Haha! I’ll tell you later… have fun and be safe. We’re too young to be MILF’s xox
I ignore the missed call from Eli and decide to shoot him a generic text instead, letting him know it was great to see him and that I love him.
Placing my phone on the couch next to me, I curl up with my coffee and gaze out of the beautiful penthouse windows. Distracted by the gorgeous cityscape before me, I jump when I feel my phone vibrate in the seat next to me. I take a peek to ensure it's nothing of importance and see a google alert pop up with Wes’s name on it. Of course, I click the notification to see what the hounds of TMZ have dug up this time.
To my surprise it’s a picture of Wes leaving King's Hideaway with his arm slung around a chick. My mouth opens in horror when I realize the chick is in fact me. Holy shit! How did we not notice there were cameras flashing when we left? Oh, I know, it’s because I was too busy wondering how good his naked body would feel on top of mine. And by the look on Wesley's face in the picture, he's thinking the same thing.
Thankfully, I only recognized it was me by the shoes and purse in the photo. Wes’s shoulders and chest are perfectly blocking most of my body and face from the cameras. I wonder if he knew they were there? I look below the image and scrunch my face at the caption.
King finally back with Winters?Sources say the on-again off-again couple were spotted leaving King's Hideaway after drinking and cozying up in a private booth all evening. The two were spotted getting into an Uber around 12:30am. Miss Winters flew into NYC yesterday ahead of several large public appearances for her upcoming film, it was only a matter of time before these two love birds rekindled their flame.
Ugh, I throw my phone across the couch, pissed off. I am definitely not that Danni chick. Yes, we both have brown hair and are on the shorter side, but besides that we look nothing alike. If anything, this just shows how little you can believe what you see on the internet. I’ve seen the two of them in articles before and always felt a surge of jealousy when I did. It’s hard not to let myself wonder about his relationship with the Ice Queen, but I heard him loud and clear last night and he said he was NOT with her. So, I need to let this go and enjoy my limited time with him. Time I have been waiting forever to have.
Needing to stop myself from digging for more photos from last night, I scoop up my phone, get off the couch, and start to roam around his apartment. His place truly is astonishing. Nothing like I would have guessed from the building’s swanky exterior. Inside, his home is so relaxed and inviting, comfortable and well lived in.
During my self-guided tour, I stumble upon a full gym with every piece of equipment one could possibly ask for. No wonder he looks like a hand-carved statue. Mmm… thinking of his perfectly sculpted muscles sends a rush through my body and flashes of last night’s sexcapades. I am by no means an amateur in bed, but my god, that man played my body like an instrument he's been playing his whole life.
Smiling at the fact that I have an entire weekend with him, I head down the hall to peek inside the other rooms. I find a guest room filled with unpacked boxes and a bathroom, if you could even consider it one. The bathroom was so huge I could basically live in it if I really had to. It was essentially a personal spa with a mammoth-sized shower and sauna. The tub was by far my favorite thing in there, a gorgeous oversized clawfoot soaker. I made a mental note to ensure I get my ass in there before the end of this weekend.
Speaking of bathing, I need to somehow get my stuff from the hotel. I crack open the next door and am hit in the face with the most intoxicating scent of leather, wood, and something I can't quite put my finger on. Opening the doors fully, I take in the old-fashioned parlor. Making my way through the space, I head over to his desk and sit in the leather wingback chair, running my hands along the soft burgundy arms. I feel so powerful in this chair, like I'm about to sign million-dollar deals or call out a hit on someone who has wronged my family.
The view from the desk is like that in the main living room, skyscrapers and rooftops, like you're sitting on top of the world. Taking out my phone, I shoot Blossom a text, hoping she can send my stuff from the suite over to Wes’s apartment. Like the rock star she is, Blossom informs me it’s already packed, and she’s waiting on an address to have it delivered. Gah... I love that chick. Honestly, I don't know what I would do without her. She’s become so much more than just an assistant to me. I rifle through some of the mail on the desk and find the address. She responds almost immediately, letting me know it’ll arrive within the hour.
I look around the room, admiring the books and art he has throughout the space. My mouth opens in shock when I see a familiar image hanging across the room. It can't be, can it? I make it across the space in record time. I choke back tears as I stare at the enlarged photo in front of me. It's a gorgeous photo of a mountain landscape and ski chalets. I’d recognize that resort anywhere with its bright red roofs scattered amidst the snowy mountainside.Ourlog cabin was there, our special place. I can't believe he has a photo of it. That night was one of the best nights I've ever had. It was the first time I let go of all my hesitations and let myself be with Wesley. That thought sends a pang of guilt to my chest. I wonder what our relationship would be like today if we didn't let everything else get in the way. Would we be married? Living together? Would I have ever lived in L.A.? So much time wasted apart when we were always meant to be.
“One of the best nights of my life, but I think last night may have topped it.” I'm startled out of my daydream by the sexiest voice I've ever heard. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel so loved and cherished that I never want to let this moment go. I don’t think I could survive it again.
* * *
Wes
Waking up to the sweet, seductive scent of Sloan Barton is a hell of a way to start the day. The lingering smell of sex is present too. Sex, all the sex... definitely not a dream, but damn if it wasn’t better than anything I could have dreamed up. I remember every perfect fucking detail of last night.Best night of my life.
Now I need to stop daydreaming about being inside her and plan a day she won’t forget here with me in the city. A few ideas come to mind of places we can visit, and I know exactly who can get us the hook up for dinner.
Taking advantage of Sloan snooping around my penthouse, I decide to call my floor manager, Julie, to ask her for the favor she’s been begging me to cash in. I want to plan the perfect night for Lo.
Of course, when I pick up my phone, I notice several texts from Danni.
Danni Winters: Really Wes? No time for me last night, but you had some bitch on your arm walking out of your bar.
There are two more I refuse to read because I know if I read one more thing she has to say about Sloan, it will set me off and I won’t let her win by ruining my day with the only woman who matters.
I quickly pull up TMZ to see what bullshit they’ve pieced together this time. Skimming the article, I sigh in relief, knowing it was all just a bunch of fabricated lies. Like usual. I wonder if Danni is feeding them info again?
I shake the thought out of my head and decide to let all that bullshit go just as Julie answers the phone.
Thankfully her top-chef-of-a-boyfriend is available tonight, so I end our call feeling excited about what I have planned. I’ve never been so damn romantic in my life… but no one else has ever been worth it.
Deciding I need to be near her right this second, I head out on my search to see what her curious little mind has discovered in my place. The house is so quiet… for a second my stomach dips, thinking maybe she left.No, this time is different. I can feel it.
All those thoughts go out the window when I see her standing there in my t-shirt and nothing else, admiring the picture in my office. This isn’t just any picture either, it’s something special I bought for myself to remind me of her over the years.
“One of the best nights of my life, but I think last night may have topped it,” I say as I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
She looks up at me for a few moments with unshed tears in her eyes.
