Page 50 of Mr. Big Mistake
Yep. I’m in the deepest shit I’ve ever been in, in my entire life.
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Kelly
Iwiped at the tears coating my cheeks and drew in a deep breath. I had to stop crying. I had to stop being a weak little woman who grew frustrated at the drop of a hat. I leaned my back against the door and closed my eyes, forcing my heart rate to slow down. Forcing the tears to stop.
Forcing myself to grow a damn backbone.
“Come on. He’s trying. Let the man try,” I whispered.
I opened my eyes and gazed around the room. The navy walls contrasted the white crown molding and the white baseboards. The sprawling king-size bed had a beautiful white fabric headboard with silver rivets trailing along the outer edges. And the desk that sat right in front of the window overlooking Vegas was sleek. It sat on wheels so I could roll it anywhere, and the height looked to be adjustable with a small crank on the underside of the top itself. But, nothing could have prepared me for how luxurious the bathroom was.
I gasped as I walked inside.
“Holy mackerel,” I whispered.
The white marble countertops shimmered with a soft silver texture. The jetted bathtub looked like it had been hand-carved from a beautiful white stone. And that stone matched the materials used to create a walk-in shower without a door. It led me down a very small corridor before dumping into a rotunda that had a waterfall shower head and little holes with black protrusions that dropped my jaw to the floor.
“The shower is a mist sauna, too?” I murmured.
For a moment, I found myself taken with the room I’d occupy for the next month. But, the idea of it being for the next four weeks stirred my frustration all over again. I cared about Brenden. I really did. He simply didn’t make sure things were locked tight with the plan, though. And it’s because of that last-minute recklessness that I’m married and living with him for the next month.
I sighed as I walked out of the shower.
Part of me wanted to soak in the tub until I turned into a prune. Part of me wanted to try out the sauna in the shower. But, part of me wanted to flop onto the bed and sleep the next few days away. I heard footsteps pattering above my head, and I went back out into the bedroom. I saw my suitcases and boxes stacked neatly in the corner near the door, and I figured I could start unpacking. No use in living out of boxes and bags for that amount of time.
Then, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
“I can’t believe this condo has a second story,” I murmured.
‘Condo’ was a toned-down word for what the place really was. Which was a miniature mansion suspended in mid-air with a gorgeous view of the town.
I held my breath as his footsteps came down the hallway. I heard him pause just outside my door, and I looked down to see his shadow filtering through the small crack at the bottom of the door. I placed my hand on the doorknob. Now that I was a bit calmer, maybe we could talk.
But, once his footsteps started walking away, my hand fell away from the knob.
So much for that idea.
His footsteps didn’t stop until I heard his front door open and close. Then, I found myself alone in that gargantuan place. Did I go outside and explore? Did I walk upstairs to see what the second level was like? Did I get some food? Did I stay in here?
I didn’t want to do either of those things.
Right now, I needed my Daddy.
“Hey there, sweet pea.”
I sat on the edge of the bed with my cell phone against my ear.
“Hey there,” I said.
“Uh, oh. What’s wrong?”
I snickered. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“I know this tone of voice. I only hear it whenever something is bothering you, too. What’s on your mind?”
I sighed. “If I tell you, you promise not to get angry?”
