Page 58 of A Hurt So Good

“You two done whining?” War snaps at the two of us. I reach for Arya and pull her into my side as we walk inside the hotel. We all walk up to the desk, and Denz tells them we have a reservation. The woman at the desks looks up and between the four of us before she speaks.

“You’re only booked for one room,” she says, looking back to Denz.

“Yeah? And?”

“Would you like separate rooms?”

“No. We’re all staying in a room together,” he tells her. Once more, she looks between the four of us, and Arya tries to stifle a laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?” I ask her. Arya bursts into laughter catching the attention of everyone around us.

“She thinks we’re all sleeping together,” she says through her fit of laughter.

“Jesus,” War mutters under his breath.

“Can you just check us in?” Denz snaps at the woman. She instantly looks down and types on her computer while Arya tries to stifle her laughter.

“Why is that so funny to you?” I ask her.

“Because we’re all sleeping together!” She laughs again. It’s nice to see her like this. I’m glad she’s laughing and not cutting herself. I shake my head and lean down to kiss her when War grabs her and pulls her away from me. Then he leans in and kisses her, too. I hear the woman at the counter gasp as Denz grabs the key card and motions for us to follow him. We start walking when the woman calls out to Arya. She turns around and walks back to the counter, and we watch as the woman says something to her and slips her a card. Arya snorts a laugh and shakes her head, passing it back. They talk for a second longer before she turns, her face red, and walks back over to us. I throw my arm around her shoulder and pull her into my side.

“What was that about?”

“You’re not going to believe it,” she tells me. We pile in the elevator and ride it up when she speaks again.

“She slipped me a card and asked if I needed help. She thought I was being trafficked. And while it’s funny that she thought you three were kidnapping me, it’s really sweet of her to keep an eye out for that,” she tells us.

“Kidnapping you? Shit. Look at us. You’d willingly come,” Denz says, making us all laugh.

“You’re not wrong,” she adds. We stop at our floor and we head into the room to get changed. Tonight is the opening of the club and we have to be there in a timely manner.

We all break off and scatter through the large room, stripping off clothes and putting on something nicer. Arya, of course, has the bathroom so she can get herself ready.

“Are we sure about this shit?” War asks after we’re all dressed and waiting on Arya.

“We’re here, aren’t we?”

“That doesn’t mean we’re ready,” I tell them.

“Har, out of all of us, you’re the one questioning it now?”

“I’m just worried about not doing well,” I admit.

“Dad trusts us with this. We’re not going to fuck it up,” Denz adds. I nod my head as War comes out of the bedroom, ready to go.

“She ready?”

“She’s still in the bathroom,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not like she needs makeup or anything. That girl is sexy as hell without it,” I say.

“I’m glad you think so,” I hear her voice, and we all turn to look at her. My eyes widen as I take her in. She’s wearing a short black dress that hugs her curves in all the right ways. The fucking thigh-high-heeled boots make her look taller than she is, but fuck, I can’t tear my eyes away from her.

“Goddamn, Arya,” I hiss as she spins for us to see her.

“You like it?” Denz is the first to move, dragging her into his arms.

“I don’t know if we should let you go out looking like this,” he tells her as he takes her in.

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