Chapter 58
“Don’t,” Kasey gasped, close to begging the man that she couldn’t seem to let go of to stop moving.
“You’re really putting me in a tough spot, pumpkin,” Roger said with a heartfelt sigh as he shifted her in his arms and tried to hand her over to Reese only to have her gasp when the slight move had her stomach rolling and her hands clutching his shirt, uncaring that she’d long ago messed up the perfectly ironed shirt as she struggled to get through this.
“Please…stop,” she gasped, really wishing that Reese would give up glaring and trying to take her out of Roger’s arms and focus on finding her pills.
“Kasey,” Reese said, sounding absolutely pissed and at the moment, she really didn’t care.
“You heard the lady,” Roger said, carefully settling on the plush king sized bed while Reese was forced to stand there.
Still. Glaring.
“Reese, please,” she said, so close to crying.
“What does she have for medication?” Roger asked, releasing his hold on her legs now that he had her settled so that he could press the back of his hand against her forehead before shifting his attention and checking her pulse.
“Shit,” Reese bit out, thankfully giving up glaring so that he could find her pills.
“She’s not eating enough,” Roger announced as he finished his quick examination and making her frown.
But, before she could ask, Reese was taking pity on her and explaining, “He’s a pediatrician.”
“The best in the state,” Roger amended with an easy smile as he took the bottle from Reese and read the instructions. “Add a half tablet. I’ll write her a new prescription to cover the change.”
“Fine,” Reese said, taking the pill bottle from him and counted out the pills, breaking one in half so that when he was done, he was popping two and half pills into her mouth.
Closing her eyes, she waited for the pills to dissolve and do something about this damn nausea so that she had the energy to drag herself into the tub, order enough room service to choke a horse and try to decide what she was going to do about Reese. She still couldn’t believe that he’d brought her here with the intentions of proposing when this place clearly meant something to the bitch that had ruined his life.
Apparently she wasn’t the only one.
“What the hell were you thinking bringing her here?” Roger asked, wrapping his arms around her to hold her closer and she allowed it since it helped and only because it helped.
“I was thinking that she deserved to have one perfect night,” Reese bit out, making her shake her head in disgust.
“But, here? Are you fucking serious?”
“Why were you here?” Reese snapped back, making the man holding her chuckle for some odd reason.
“Because Missy has been obsessed with coming here since she heard about your father’s fucked-up proposal and I thought it would be the perfect place to serve her with annulment papers,” he said with relish as he gestured towards the minibar. “See if there’s any juice or ginger ale in there.”
Not looking particularly happy about leaving her side, Reese moved to go check while she slumped in Roger’s arms, admittedly having a hell of a time keeping up. “You annulled your marriage?” she mumbled, shifting to get more comfortable.
“Well, it wasn’t really so much as an annulment as it was a legal document from my lawyer informing her that since we never got a marriage license or registered the marriage that it wasn’t legal,” he announced with a shrug.
“Did you know it wasn’t legal?” she asked, glancing over to find Reese watching them with a frown.
“Of course I did, pumpkin,” he said as he took the small, overpriced can of apple juice from Reese and handed it to her.
“You’re not married?” Reese asked, making her stomach drop.
“No,” Roger said with a shrug like it didn’t matter when the expression on Reese’s face said it all.
“The lawsuit,” Reese bit out, looking angry.
“You got fucked over, Reese, and it was my fault so I settled. You would have never seen a penny from her and we both know it,” Roger said, gesturing for her to take a sip.
“I didn’t want your fucking money!”
“Too fucking bad,” Roger said, taking the can of juice out of her hands and handing it back over to Reese.
“Was this some sort of fucking game to you?” Reese demanded, snatching the can away from him and making her really wish they’d take this conversation somewhere else.
“A game? Are you fucking serious?” Roger snapped back, making her decide that if they weren’t going to leave then she was. “I saved you from making the biggest mistake of your life!”
Taking a deep breath, she shifted off his lap on trembling hands, moved to the edge of the bed and-
“We’re back to the manhandling again, Yummy? Really?” she couldn’t help but ask as Reese took this opportunity to snatch her away from his ex-best friend.
“Never stopped,” he reminded her even as he continued to glare at Roger, who was settling in to get more comfortable on the bed with a satisfied sigh.
When Reese opened his mouth again, most likely to tell Roger to go fuck himself, she slapped her hand over his mouth and said, “Bath, the hotel phone, and the room service menu,” because she was done.
Absolutely done.
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“I like her,” the bastard lounging on his bed said with a smile as he grabbed the remote and turned the television on.
“Get out,” he said, not taking his eyes off the closed bedroom door as he continued to pace in front of it like a caged animal, seriously wondering how this had gone so bad so fucking fast.
One minute he’d been ready to tell her how much he loved her and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, raising their children together and the next…
“Do you think she’ll order any food for us?” the bastard that had fucked him over asked.
“Get. Out,” he said in absolutely no fucking mood to deal with this tonight.
“And risk running into Missy? Yeah, I think I’ll take my chances in here with you instead.”
“I wasn’t asking,” he pointed out, wondering if he should break that door down and-
“Why were you proposing?”
“Because I love her,” he snapped, shoving his jacket off and tossing it aside.
“Then why did you bring her here of all places?” Roger asked, reminding him that he knew him better than anyone else, which only made him hate him more.
“Because my father proposed to my mother here,” he snapped.
“And we both know how well that ended,” Roger said with a chuckle as he finished off Kasey’s juice.
“Shut up.”
“Hey, I’m only trying to help,” Roger said, already looking bored as he settled his attention back on the flat screen television with a sigh.
“Is that what you call what you did?” he snapped, glancing away from the bathroom door to glare at the bastard that should have had his fucking back.
“Yes,” Roger said with absolutely no hesitation, which was right around the time that Reese decided that he’d held back long enough.