“What the hell? Ugh. They must have moved one of them out recently. I was just up here a few months ago, and there were still two.” Turning to Kat, I apologize, “I’m sorry, Kat. I can totally sleep on the floor.”
She reassures me as she closes the door behind us, “Don’t be silly. We can share the same bed, Noelle.”
I smile and move into the room while my thoughts stir thinking about sharing a bed with her.
There is no way that I can go this whole trip without finding out how silky her skin is, without curling her body into my own, without finding out how she likes to be kissed.
5
Kat
December 14
“WHICH SIDE DO YOUwant?” I ask Noelle as we awkwardly stand here, staring at the bed.
This room could be fit for royalty. A giant king-size bed is centered on the back wall. With a gorgeous red sheet and comforter set. I can’t wait to dive in to that.
On the wall across from the bed is a small coffee table with two matching accent chairs, set on a cream rug.
She shifts her weight side to side. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen Noelle unsure of anything. I like watching her look nervous over sleeping in a bed with me.
“I’ll take this side,” she announces as she walks over to the side closest to the door.
“Works for me, babe,” I say all sultry, batting my eyelashes at her.
She glares at me. “Oh, shut up, you smart-ass.”
“I just want to wash my face, and then I’ll be ready for bed.” Digging into my suitcase, I feel the faux leather of my makeup bag and pull it out.
Walking into the bathroom, I am once again shocked with luxury tonight. The door automatically closes behind me. This bathroom is practically the size of the bedroom itself. A double white marble vanity with a giant mirror immediately grabs my attention. A giant garden tub sits in the far corner with a fucking chandelier hanging above it. A shower that could fit five people and a toilet that I’m sure has features of its own complete this insane bathroom.
I can’t imagine how expensive this bathroom was, let alone the entire house. Millions and millions of dollars, easily.
Once I figure out how this fancy faucet works, I turn the warm water on and dampen a hand towel, warming my skin up before removing it with my cleanser.
Noelle is silent in the other room, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s doing. But I don’t have to wonder for long. Because a second later, she walks through the door in a silk red romper with black lace lining. She is sex personified.
“Everything okay in here?” she asks as she runs warm water in the sink next to me.
Dabbing my face dry, I eagerly respond, “Everything’s great.”
Needing to know what those red sheets feel like, I swiftly pull my toothbrush out and brush my teeth before storing all of my stuff under the sink and returning to the bedroom. I’m pleasantly surprised to find a warm mini brownie à la mode.
Quickly, while Noelle finishes up, I change into a set of gray PJs—a button-up, short-sleeved top and shorts.
Then, I head right for the brownie, happy-dancing in place as I devour the two-bite dessert. Glancing over at Noelle’s side, I see she has the same level of willpower when it comes to delicious desserts.
I pull the comforter and top sheet back and slide into the most luxurious sheets I have ever been in. Closing my eyes, I just take it all in—the present, the past day, and what’s to come.
It’s really overwhelming. Within a day, I decided I want to leave my husband—which, in reality, wasn’t that hard of a decision—and I agreed to come to the family home of a woman I barely know and spend Christmas with them, pretending to be the woman’s girlfriend.
Not only is all of this happening, but I also feel like I’m in a world that doesn’t really feel like mine. I’ve never been surrounded by such riches and wealth. Nic barely reaches this world. Noelle and her family have to be high up there with the top of the top.
And then there’s me. I grew up with what I could carry in a bag, moving from home to home my entire childhood. I have childhood memories, most of which I would rather forget.
Nic never really made me feel like we shared money, like what was his was mine. And I didn’t care. I don’t need to spend thousands to feel happy. All I need is to paint, draw, and express myself.
As I reflect on the crazy turn my life has taken, Noelle makes her way to the bed, sliding under the covers on her side.
