Page 70 of Sparks Fly
I respond straight away.
I get it. No stress though, please. I know how busy you are.
Sighing, I lay down on the bed and my head spins then my phone pings in my hand.
You’re coming Zandvoort though, right? Need my bestie with me.
I swallow down the bile that is threatening at the base of my throat.
I don’t think so. I don’t have that luxury anymore , lost that when I was dumped.
Letting my phone fall from my hand, I sit up and eye the door. I have no idea what time Creed needs to leave, but it must be soon. I’m a little grateful, but also a little sad, if I was being honest with myself.
The phone beeps and I grab it.
Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome. I’ve got you a badge and everything. Don’t let him stop you from coming. I need you. Plus, you do awesome content for us. Just between you and I, there is a spot opening on the social media team… I can put you forward for it, if youwant. I’m sure Mr Lexington Snr would snap you up in an instant.
I blink a couple of times before another message comes through.
I know you want PR, but it’s a foot in the door. And yes, you’ll have to work alongside Royce at times, but you don’t hate him, and I know he doesn’t hate you. Just think about it and let me know Sunday evening. Xo
Hearting her message, I leave it at that. It would be a step towards my dream of doing public relations, but at the same time, I would be in close proximity with Royce as well as Creed. Did I really want that?
Ignoring the onslaught of pros and cons that begin to swirl, I move. I’ll sleep on it, maybe. Walking out into the penthouse, I see Creed standing there, dressed in grey tracksuit bottoms and a tight white tee.
“Hi.” My voice is a squeak as I step a little closer to him.
“Hi.” His voice is monotone.
I rub my arm awkwardly. “What time is your flight?” I try and make easy conversation as I eye the fresh brewed coffee.
He sighs. “I missed it.”
My eyes widen and guilt eats me up inside.
“I am so sorry.” My bottom lip wobbles but I think I catch it before he notices.
“It’s not your fault, Ace. I left my phone out here… missed the alarm.” He shrugs, his large hand gripping the back of his neck.
“Kind of is, though,” I mutter, ignoring the way my throat burns as I try and hold in my tears.
“Ace,” he whispers as he closes the gap between us.
His fingers are on my chin, tilting my head back, his gorgeous green eyes dancing with mine. My breath catches. His lips hover over mine, eyes falling to my mouth and I know that I will no doubt regret this, but he decides our fate for me.
Falling forward ever so slightly, his lips are on mine, dusting softly, as if testing the waters. I know I should push him away, but I don’t.
My arms are around his neck as I lean into him, holding onto him as I kiss him back. A guttural groan vibrates in his chest, his arm skating around my waist. The other clasps my cheek, holding me in place.
Tongue strokes match, our kiss deepening, and in that moment, nothing else matters. The ground simply slips away from beneath me as I cling onto this man with every fibre of my soul. Connected and entwined, I never want it to stop.
The hand that is wrapped around my back lifts me effortlessly into his arms and my needy legs wrap around his waist.
A momentarily ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’enters my mind, but I soon bat it away because nothing is going to take me away from this moment. Away from what I have secretly desired for the last week.
He walks us back towards his bedroom, back to where it all began this morning. A second thought slips into my mind, but it soon drifts away with every otherwhat the fuck am I doing?As he demonstrates just how well he can kiss, I am lost in every inch of him. Floating on cloud nine, I know the fall is going to be the death of me because how can I never have this moment again?
Lowering me on the bed with grace, he looks at me, a new hunger in his eyes that he has never unmasked until now. My skin prickles with anticipation. My needy hands clasp his face as I drag his addictive lips back to mine.
