It has to be the alcohol on an empty stomach that propels me to my feet. “Meet me back in my room.” I glance at Shawna, who’s greedily deep-throating the dildo. “Maybe I’ll do that for you. At least…if you thinkLuckywill be okay with it.”
I walk away, half-convinced that Patrick’s going to show up at my room and half-convinced that he’s not. I’m one hundred percent sure, however, that I don’t care either way.
Eleven
Lucky
I watchAva storm out of the room and into the hall. Patrick watches, too, hesitating for a few beats before he stands. He’s clearly trying to avoid making anything look as unpleasant as their conversation obviously was. He returns to the chair next to mine and sits down.
“Well?” I prompt, swirling my glass of bourbon.
“She told me to meet her back at her room.” He picks up the glass he left on the side table and sips from it.
I gesture with the cigar at him. “So why are you back here with me?”
He stares at Gwyn, who’s thrusting her hips, forcing the blue rubber cock in and out of Shawna’s mouth. The whole atmosphere of the room is electric withsex, and Iknowhe wants more than anything to go straight to Ava’s room.
After all, he’s falling in love with her.
That’s obvious.
Too bad he fucked it all up on the first day. He knows it, too.
“I’m done with her,” he finally says.
My brows crawl up my forehead. “Oh you’re done with her, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so.”
I lean toward him, bracing my elbows on my knees, and narrow my eyes. “Why’s that?”
He hesitates a moment before sliding his eyes to me. “You’re turning this into a game, and I don’t wanna fuckin’ toy with her like that. She doesn’t like it. She wants to be left alone. She wants to be left alone so much that she’s basically on a hunger strike just so she can avoid all of us.” He shrugs. “So, I’m gonna leave her alone.”
I wave my hand through the air. “Even if she’s the love of your fuckin’ life, you spineless shit?”
He levels a hard stare at me. “She’s not.”
I turn over my hand. “What if she is?”
“She’snot,” he emphasizes. “Nobody comes into the world destined for one person. That soulmate shit is nonsense. The love of your life is a result of time, work, and circumstances. And I’ve got none of that on my side. She doesn’t want to be bothered. She wants to go home. So I’m gonna leave her alone while she waits to do that.”
“Oryou could grow a pair and go make something happen,” I bark, disgust seeping into my mouth and ruining the flavor of rich bourbon and fine Cuban tobacco. “You’re really kinda disappointing me right now, Donnelly.”
“Nothing you aren’t already used to,” he mumbles, lifting the glass to his lips again.
“Yeah, it ain’t.”
“Y’know, nothing’s stoppingyoufrom going and making something happen.” He tilts his glass toward the doorway. “You’re so fuckin’ preoccupied with her, you might as well go get her.”
“I have a policy to not put my dick where my underlings have already had theirs.” I reach to clink my glass against his. “I love you, Donnelly, but I don’t like you like that.”
“Too bad for you, I guess.” He licks his bottom lip. “I know you were already interested in getting balls-deep between her thighs, but I gotta say, you don’t have anycluewhat you’re missing.”
My veins run hot, jealousy tingling in my fingertips, and I lean close to his face to stare down my nose at him. “And yet, you’ve visited this alleged, mother-fucking promised land, but you won’t go back to claim it for yourself.”
