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I could only imagine what else it has in store if we’re meant to find each other again.
DRAKE
“What the fuck did you get up to last night?”
I forced my eyes open, blinking a few times before I managed to finally focus in on the person standing over me with a smirk on his face. “What are you talking about?” I groaned, shoving at my best friend’s chest. “And step back, seeing your ugly mug first thing in the morning is what nightmares are made of.”
He made a quick retreat but not before tossing a single folded piece of paper onto the end of the bed. “Did you “Bippity Boppity Boo” yourself into some fucking Disney prince yesterday without me knowing?” Reed taunted, just making me more fucking confused.“Or did you knock her up, and her Christian parents are demanding you do her right?”
I sat up as he walked over to the windows and pulled at the curtains, the sunlight hitting my eyes as I unfolded and held the paper up in front of me. “Son of a bitch,” I cursed under my breath when I saw the picture of Cassie and me front and center, me on one knee in the center of The King’s Line with a cheering crowd around us.
Dear Universe,
I was thinking maybe have us run into each other at a coffee shop or something.
Not make the world think we’re engaged.
Cassie’s face was lit up as she stared down at me, her smile just as bright and infectious as I remembered. And when I got her back to the hotel, I learned it was just as fucking beautiful when she was sitting on top of me, her nails scratching at my chest as she rode—
“Seriously, man, what the hell is going on?” Reed cut in, the joke seeming to have faded. I could hear the tension in his tone now, clearly worried.
“True love or publicity stunt?” I read the headline outline aloud, though through clenched teeth, before tossing back onto the bed. “Where the fuck did you find this?”
“Everywhere,” Reed answered, followed by a huff of laughter. “So are you gonna tell me which it is?”
I threw the sheet back and climbed out of bed, heading for the bathroom and calling back over my shoulder, “Neither. It’s a long story.”
I wasn’t mad about the article.
The idea of telling the world that Cassie belonged to me didn’t exactly light fear in me like I thought it would. There was something about that woman, her spirit and her energy that was so damn opposite to mine but also so addictive.
And watching her five-foot-nothing frame storming into the pool hall last night with nothing but an attitude and determination, fuck me. If it weren’t for the fact her wanting to get her friend home and safe,I’dhave thrown her over my shoulder and taken her back to bed.
Ain’t nothing sexier than a woman willing to stand up and fight for the people she loves, even if there’s no way in hell she could’vewon.
I finished up in the bathroom, stepping back into my bedroom to find Reed still fucking there but now holding Cassie’s bra on the end of his finger. “Found this hung over your television.” I snatched it out of his hand, knowing he was full of shit since we’d spent the whole time Cassie was here, inside the bedroom. “You’re gonna need a ladder to get her thong down.”
I paused, looking up and letting out a loud groan.
The ceiling height in this place was taller than normal, and he was right. There was a lacy piece of material hanging precariously from the bedroom light fixture—that one I couldn’t argue with.
“So were you guys pretending to be in the circus or something?”
“Reed,” I snapped, flicking my hair back from my face and heading out into the living room. “Is there a reason you’re in my hotel room at eight o’clock on a Sunday morning or are you trying to get me locked up for murder?”
He ducked into the kitchen, pulling a couple of bottles of water from the refrigerator and holding them up. “We’re playing soccer this morning, asshole. It’s not my fault you stayed up all night fucking.”
I groaned.
Fuck.
I forgot I was meeting with the boys this morning. We played two on two whenever I was in town. Reed and me against a couple of our buddies, Bronson Rhodes and Sean Walker.
Bronson came from old money, Rhodes Resorts and Hotels—which is why I was practically living out of this penthouse suite. It was a worldwide enterprise his grandfather created that he and his brother would take over one day while Sean created his own dating app while he was in college, which had a billion-dollar valuation last year.
“All right!” I turned and headed back to the bedroom. “Give me ten minutes to get my shit.”
“You realize this conversation about your future wife isn’t done, right?”
