Page 89 of Ruined Vows

Hadclass.

My hand scrabbles on the nightstand for my cell phone.

“Sleeping Beauty finally awake?”

I look over at Isaak reading the paper on an overstuffed couch by a big open bay window. An actualpaperpaper. I didn’t even know they made those things anymore.

“What time is it?”

“Eleven-thirty.”

“Holy shit! I missed class.”

“You emailed to let them know you were sick last night before bed.”

I breathe out in relief, a hand going to my forehead.

“I did?” I blink hard, scrambling to remember last night. When I finally look around, I realize we aren’t in the hotel room, and everything else finally floods in.

Oh shit, right.SLUT. WHORE. I wince with the memory.

“Did they ever find out if it was actual blood or just paint?” My head swings back to Isaak.

He makes a face. “They weren’t real big on sharing details last night. But Domhn’s been on the phone haranguing the police chief all morning, so I bet we’ll be getting more news soon. Money talks in this town. Looked like paint to me. It was too bright for blood.”

I frown. I probably don’t want to ask how he knows that, do I?

“Where are we?”

“Domhn’s house. Well, his and Anna’s new mansion, I should say. We got a whole wing to ourselves. And nobody knows security like Domhn. No amateur’s gonna be able to hack their way into this place.”

My head’s scrambling to catch up, but I don’t feel nearly as tired or foggy as I did last night after our scene. I stretch my arms over my head. While I’m a little sore, I actually feel pretty fantastic. Especially considering my psycho stalker struck again last night.

“So is that what happened? Somebody hacked the security system at the hotel?”

Isaak folds the paper and puts it on a coffee table in front of the chair where he’s lounging. “Now that you’re awake, why don’t we go ask Domhn what he’s found out?”

I nod and climb out of bed, surprised when I look down and find myself in a lacy camisole and silk pajama shorts. I look up curiously at Isaak. “Did we bring my bags?”

“Domhn and Anna have fresh pajamas for whenever guests visit. I figured you wouldn’t say no to silk.”

I laugh. “So you put me in these?”

He smiles. “You sorta helped. You were barely conscious by the time we got here.”

Yeah, that fits my hazy memories. And god, I’m not sure I made it to the bathroom before I climbed in bed because I really gotta pee. I scurry to the ensuite bathroom, marveling at all the gorgeous marble.

Like, yeah, my parents are rich, but this place takes luxury to an entirely different level.

I yelp a little when a warm jet of water shoots up from the toilet to wash me after I finish. I’ve used bidets before but never an automatic one. Well hello, that’ll wake a girl up in the morning.

After I brush my teeth with the unopened toothbrush on the counter, I head back out.

Isaak’s there grinning. “That shitter scare the fuck outta you, too?”

I throw a pillow at his head, which he naturally catches, the coordinated bastard.

I open my suitcase and pull out some clothes to change into. After that, we head down a long, long hallway until we hit more of an open area. I hear voices as I follow Isaak through the chicly decorated mansion and into a gigantic kitchen.

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