Page 54 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“Good.”
“Why did you not find me earlier?”
His eyes betray his confusion, so I explain, “After that night, after everything. You never came to find me.”
“I gave you space. I know it is a dumb reason in hindsight, but I did not want to ruin your vacation for you. I wanted you to enjoy the little that remained of it without me interrupting it.”
“You should have interrupted me,” I surprised myself by saying.
Jackson looks as surprised as me. “I didn’t realize that then, but I know better, now. I know—“
“Can I get you anything else?” the waiter interrupts him. I had not even realized he had walked over. I jump back guiltily.
“No, thank you. That will be all. Add the check to my tab,” Jackson says.
“You don’t have to,” I tell him. “My father will be picking the tabs for all our expenses.”
“I don’t mind it. I can more than afford it,” he smiles sheepishly at me before rising from his chair. “I will walk you back to your room.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
We walk out of there in a completely different mood than we walked in with. I wonder what would have happened if the waiter had not come in. I wonder what Jackson was cut off from saying, but now the moment has passed, and I don’t have the heart to ask.
We are walking towards my room in a kind of companionable silence when we meet Olivia. She looks a little distressed.
“Everything okay?” I ask her.
“Liv, what’s going on?” Jackson asks at the same time.
“You are going to be so mad at me,” she says.
I thought our lengthy conversation last night might have sorted and squashed whatever issues we had between us, but I guess I was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Well,” she shifts from one foot to the other. “I was just at reception and all the rooms are still fully booked.”
“What happened to our room? Why would we need another room?”
“Uhm—The room was for me, actually. Me and Tracy.”
Jackson runs a hand through his hair, a gesture I have come to recognize as his go-to when he is frustrated.
“Just breathe, Olivia, and tell us the whole story.”
That is when she explains that her new girlfriend Tracy called to tell her she was on her way and would be arriving tonight. Self-explaining she wants to spend the night with her girl.
“I am so sorry. I did not know how to tell her that she can’t come here because I did not have a place for her to stay so I have been looking all evening but everywhere is booked up because of this stupid tournament,” she says wringing her hands.
There is a simple solution for this. A really simple one but I don’t want to be the one to say it.
“How about, you take the suite and me and Amber can take the other room. It does have twin beds, doesn’t it?” Jackson interjects.
“Yes. Would you really do that?” she asks.
“Of course, Liv. Is that okay with you, Amber? Sharing the room for a night?”
I remember the feel of his thumb on my skin and the way it felt to kneel before him and give him pleasure. I remember all of it, and I can feel my skin begin to feel flustered.
