Page 22 of Sparks Fly
“Right,” I say, my tone a little curt. Anaïs was amazing. She brought the best side of Royce out but at the end of the day you can’t force two people together.
I liked her. A lot.
Shouldn’t have. But I did.
If she didn’t date my son, I would have dipped my toe into the forbidden water, but I can’t cross that line.
I clear my throat slightly. “I’m just at the penthouse,” I announce, and he mumbles something. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”
“Nah, I am going to get my head down. Thanks for the chat, Dad.”
I smile. “Always,” I respond before we say goodbye, and I cut him off.
The doors open and I drag my case down the long hallway towards my penthouse. It had been a while since I had been here, so no idea what kind of state it has been left in.
Slipping my key card into the lock, the door clicks, and I step in and switch the hallway light on as I let out a heavy breath. It was good to be home.
Walking through into the living area, my brows raise when I see there is stuff scattered around. Twisting my lips, I turn and see used cups and plates in the sink. I shake my head and make a mental note to speak to housekeeping tomorrow but right now, my body aches. I needed my bed.
Kicking my trainers off, I leave them with the rest of the mess in the lounge and move towards the bedroom. Pushing the dooropen, I am greeted with darkness, and I am annoyed that the black out blinds have been left down. My list of grievances is growing.
Grumbling, I pat around for the light switch and turn it on and that’s when I see her.
Auburn hair spread across my pillow.
Her small body out of the covers, one leg lifted, her knee up around her chest. Her satin shorts have ridden a little higher, showing more of her tanned skin.
She stirs and slowly rolls on her back and all I can do is stand there, watching her until I snap.
“The fuck?” I say a little louder.
That has her shooting up, eyes all wide, hair all over the place. She blinks those pretty green eyes at me, lips parted and I see the small gap between her two front teeth.
“Mr Lexington?” Her voice is soft as she tugs the duvet up around her chest to cover herself.
“Anaïs.” Her name passes my lips in a growl. Staring at each other, her eyes bounce between mine.
“I didn’t know…” she trails off for a moment.
“You didn’t know that this was my penthouse?” My tone is sharp.
She shakes her head from side to side. “Why would I?” Her voice is small.
“Well, seeing as you weredatingmy son…”
“He never brought me here.” Her brows pinch, her button nose scrunching at the bridge.
“Where did he take you?” My tone is condescending and I hate it, but at the same time, I am agitated.
“We never came Monaco.” Her eyes land back on me. “I’m sorry, I’ll pack up and head off.” She goes to move from the bed, and I shake my head, holding my hand up.
“No.” I let out a deep sigh, dropping my head. “It’s fine, there are three other rooms… Go back to sleep and we will sort it out in the morning.” I admit defeat. Rage pricks at the base of my neck but I am too tired to argue it.
She doesn’t say anything, but I know she is hesitant.
“It’s fine, honestly,” I reassure her, but she still sits frozen.
“Now it makes sense on why I was getting strange looks downstairs… There was already a little house guest in my bed.”
