Page 211 of By His Vow

“Me and fucking you, baby,” Lori promises before shoving her sweats down her legs and attempting to pull them from her feet.

She’s still fighting with them once I’m up and leaning against the wall to ensure I stay that way.

The second she frees her feet, she crashes onto the bed face-first.

“Love you, Tatum Warner,” she mumbles. “Fucking love you.”

I stare at my best friend with her panty-covered ass on display with a sappy smile on my face.

“I love you too, Lori,” I whisper, aware that she’s already passed out.

Tears burn my eyes, and a thick, messy ball of emotion crawls up my throat as I think about my new life with Kingston in his penthouse.

I’m not ready to leave my apartment. My girl.

I need water before passing out in the hope it helps to clear my head for tomorrow. It could be wishful thinking; I may well be too far gone at this point.

I pull a cold bottle from the fridge in our small yet fully functioning kitchen before twisting the top and swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of ice-cold water.

I’m halfway through the bottle when exhaustion hits me out of nowhere. I stumble back until my calves hit the edge of the couch and I flop down.

My eyes get heavy as the room continues to spin around me. I glance back at the bedroom where Lori is sleeping and then down at my engagement ring.

I’m getting married tomorrow.

Married to a man I hate.

Or do I?

Everything is so fucked up. So confusing.

Slumping down on the couch, I nuzzle into the cushion as thoughts of Kingston play out in my mind.

Kingston, the hard-ass businessman.

Kingston, the player.

Kingston, the sweet guy who took me away for the weekend and let me see who he was.

Kingston, the sex god…

And it’s those thoughts I drift off to sleep thinking about.

His touch. His kiss. His dirty words.

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KINGSTON

Isit with Kian and Miles, watching as Kieran entertains his harem.

If I thought I attracted females when I stepped foot outside my penthouse, then I really need to reconsider, because our little brother is on another level.

Jersey chasers.

They are persistent and very focused on their end goal: snagging a hot night and the chance of more with one of their beloved players.

This is why I wanted to stay up in the suite. It would have ensured we got to spend some time together without being hit on every five seconds.