Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Her jaw sharpens, her nostrils flare, and I think she’s going to slap me, but instead, she spins around and marches out of my room, slamming the front door on her way out.
“FUCK!”
ALEXA
I DIDN’T SLEEP at all last night. After arguing with Cross, I stormed out of his house and had Jasmine take me home since I had arrived with her because Cross and I had to “pretend” we weren’t seeing each other—if they didn’t already know, they do now after the way I followed him out of Grave and April’s house—I showered, then laid in bed while I tossed and turned until my alarm went off this morning. I wanted to call April so bad, but I refrained. She already had so much going on, and I wanted her to spend that time with Grave. They had a lot to talk about.
Jasmine came and picked me up, and we met Bones at a private hangar. We boarded what I’m guessing was Bones’s jet. The plane ride was silent. Bones was on his phone the whole time, either emailing or texting someone. Jasmine didn’t even try to talk to me. Usually, she’s the first one to try to cheer me up, but we were all still reeling from last night. I found myself falling asleep here and there during the flight.
A Cadillac Escalade is waiting for us at the private hangar once we touch down in New York. Jasmine and I get in the back, and Bones drives us to our hotel. I rest my forehead against the window and take in all the tall buildings. I’ve never seen anything like it. I was looking forward to seeing the city, but now not so much. It just doesn’t feel right.
He brings the car to a stop in front of the hotel. “I’ll pick you girls up here at midnight.” Bones finally speaks.
I look down at my watch to see it’s a little after four. I’m actually glad we have some time because I’d like to get some sleep before we go out tonight. I’m exhausted.
“You’re not coming up?” Jasmine asks.
He shakes his head. “No. I have some business to take care of while in town.”
She nods before she and I get out of the car. A couple of guys grab our bags for us and help us into the hotel. It’s exactly what I expected a classy and expensive hotel to be in Times Square. It’s open, allowing you to look up and see all the floors from the inside. It’s so tall that I have to lean my head all the way back to see the top. Everything is pristine—white with gold trimming. The floor a white and black marble design. There are white leather couches to the right and a bar to the left. Looking inside of it, I can see TVs on the wall and people sitting at round booths. A massive chandelier hangs five stories tall, the crystals wrapped in a circle making it look like it’s raining down on the guests.
The guys help us onto an elevator, and my stomach rises in my throat as we climb, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows while the lobby gets farther and farther away.
It finally comes to a stop, and we enter the door of the Presidential Suite. We thank the guys and tip them.
I look around in awe. My shoes sink into the rich carpet. There’s nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing Times Square. “This is amazing,” I whisper, wishing that April was here to see this with me.
“Right?” Jasmine agrees, walking over to the bar area.
I sit down at the piano in the middle of the living room and wish my mom would have made me commit to my lessons when I was younger just so I could say I played the piano in our hotel while visiting New York.
“I’m going to take a nap,” Jasmine informs me.
“Okay,” I wave her off, knowing I won’t be long behind her.
My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out, hoping it’s Cross. But I’m disappointed when I see it’s none other than my ex.
CUNT: Alexa, quit fucking ignoring me! I need to talk to you!
While I’m reading over it, my cell begins to ring, and it’s him. Pressing decline, I pocket my cell and decide to go lie down for that nap.
I wake up, and it’s dark outside. The clock on the nightstand reads nine o’clock. I yawn and stretch out my heavy limbs before checking my cell. Thankfully, there’s nothing from Mitch, but sadly nothing from Cross either. Not sure what I expected. Cross and I are just fucking. It was nothing serious, and I don’t see him as the apology type. I’m sure as hell not ready to swallow my pride and apologize for what I said. In a way, he was right. I don’t know what has gone on between the Kings over the years, so I should have just kept my mouth shut. Rolling off the side of the bed, I make my way to the adjoining bathroom.