Page 64 of By His Vow
It’s not the first time I’ve been inside a Callahan hotel, and something tells me that it’s far from being the last, but still, the mass of Callahan branding takes me by surprise. It really is impossible to forget where you’re staying.
I do my business before stumbling toward the sink to get a look at the state of myself.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter when the reality of the situation appears before me.
It’s no surprise he did a runner. No one wants to wake up to this mess.
It takes a few seconds for me to rip my eyes away from the disaster that is my hair and face, but when I do, my gaze drops to what I’m wearing.
A white shirt with the Callahan logo over my breast.
My bare breast…
The memory of me exposing myself to him reappears in my mind.
It was just a dream, right?
I didn’t actually…
My groan bounces off the shiny white tiles around me as mortification threatens to swallow me whole.
I showed him my tits and he still ran.
I’m not sure if that says more about me or him, if I’m being honest.
After attempting to clean up, I return to the room, my need for a caffeine hit the only thing spurring me on.
But when I get out into the bedroom, I discover my worst nightmare.
There is no coffee machine.
“How is this even possible?” I mutter to myself as I embark on checking all the cupboards. “There has to be a coffee machine in a Callahan hotel.”
But after searching through every single possibility, I still come up empty-handed.
“Fucking stupid hotel.” I scoff as I wake up the tablet beside the bed so I can order room service.
“Coffee, coffee, and more coffee,” I say to myself as I order the largest on offer. “Oh, and bacon. I need bacon.”
With nothing else to do but wait, I find my purse on the nightstand and pull my cell out.
My stomach knots when I find messages from Lori and Cory, both individually and in our group chat.
I open Lori’s first, knowing that it’s going to be safer.
She knows what’s going on. Hell, she’s all for me hooking up with Kingston.
And she only proves I’m right when I find a whole stream of messages first wishing me a fun night and then more from only an hour ago, demanding details.
Shaking my head, I come out of that conversation and hesitantly open Cory’s.
Cory: Lori said you left with Kingston Callahan. What the hell? I know he’s fucking loaded and all, but seriously? I thought you hated the guy.
Cory: I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. You can go with whomever you want.
Cory: Are you okay? Reply so I know he’s treating you right.
My heart aches reading his messages.