Page 194 of My Rules

Suddenly I’m claustrophobic, and I just want to go home.

I want to run as far away from him and this place as I possibly can.

And I know that it was just some random girl from the bathroom whose opinion means nothing. I shouldn’t care at all what she thinks, but let’s be honest, she was only saying what everyone else is thinking.

“So tomorrow after we have breakfast with my family, we should hire a car and go sightseeing,” Blake says.

I nod.

“Is there anything you particularly want to see while we’re here?”

As if a washed-up divorcée could ever hold him.

My stomach churns.

“Not really,” I murmur.

“You okay, babe?” He rubs my shoulder. “You’ve gone quiet.”

Don’t be a drama queen.

“Just ...” I frown. “Not feeling well.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“My stomach is churning,” I lie. “Maybe the spicey entrée.”

He chuckles and puts his mouth to my ear. “Maybe all that spicy dick you’ve been eating.”

I smile sadly. Only he could make me smile when I’m feeling so crappy. “Most probably.”

What’s wrong with me?

Can’t I just live in the moment for one fucking minute?

The lump in my throat begins to hurt, and tears threaten. I turn toward the window to shield my face from him.

It was a random girl who doesn’t even know us ... Why the hell has it upset me so much?

Because deep down, I know it’s true.

The car pulls up at our hotel, and we climb out. Blake takes my hand in his, and we walk through reception. I notice the two girls at reception check him out, and I glance over at him. Tall, handsome, and dressed in a black dinner suit with an undone bow tie, he really does stand out. It’s no wonder he garners so much attention. I don’t blame them; I’d check him out too.

He’s totally oblivious, and as we get into the elevator, he puts his arm around me and pulls me close. “I’ll make you a cup of tea when we get to our room.” He kisses my temple again. “Tea fixes everything.”

I wish.

“Okay.” I force a smile, and once again, tears threaten.

Ugh . . .

What the hell is wrong with me?

We get to our room, and Blake heads straight to the kitchen. I’m not actually lying.

I don’t feel well.

My stomach is churning so hard that it’s actually making me sick.

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