Chapter 59
“Stop being such a fucking baby!” Roger snapped even as he dove over the bed and away from Reese.
“You’re fucking dead,” Reese said calmly as he rounded the bed to go after Roger, who was smart enough to stop wiping the blood off his lip and jumped back over the bed.
She stood there, watching the men fight over another woman on the night that Reese had apparently decided to propose to her and decided that she’d be spending the night alone, enjoying twenty-four hour room service when she finally got her hands on a phone that worked, while she waited for Eric to come pick her up in the morning.
With that in mind, she strolled over to the hotel door, opened it and said, “Out,” which of course, they both ignored since they were still busy fighting over the bitch that had fucked them both over in her opinion.
“Can’t we talk about this?” Roger asked, wiping at his bloody nose.
“No,” Reese said, changing directions to cut off his one-time friend, who’d made the mistake of allowing himself to be cornered.
“You can’t seriously be that pissed about Missy,” Roger said with a snort of disgust as he backed up.
“I’m not,” Reese said, moving towards the man resigned to having the rest of his face punched in. “I’m pissed because you wrecked tonight, asshole.”
“You’re not seriously blaming me for that fucked-up proposal, are you?” Roger asked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I didn’t even get the chance to tell her that I loved her,” Reese bit out, sounding seriously pissed off as she closed the hotel door, definitely intrigued and curious to see where this was going.
“And that’s my fault, how?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Reese asked, advancing on him just as Roger decided to put a chair between the two of them.
“Well, if you’re going to beat the shit out of me for it then I’m thinking I deserve to know,” Roger pointed out as she fixed her towel so that it was wrapped more snuggly around her.
“I wanted to do this right. I wanted to make this night absolutely fucking perfect for her, and right when I was ready to tell her how much I loved her and tell her that she was marrying me, you show up,” Reese explained, grabbing the chair and tearing it away.
Roger snorted at that. “You should be thanking me.”
“For fucking this up?”
“No, for saving you. Bradfords don’t propose and we both know it. If she had said yes, then your marriage would have been doomed. I grew up hearing the same stories that you did and we both know I’m right,” Roger finished smugly, making Reese chuckle, somewhat terrifyingly.
“Do you seriously think that I was really going to take any chances of her saying no?”
“Well, you were asking.”
“I wasn’t going to ask, asshole. I was going to tell her, because there’s no fucking way that I’m going to let her get away,” he said, grabbing Roger by the shirt.
“Because she’s carrying your baby?” Roger asked with an oomph when Reese slammed him against the wall.
“Because I love her,” Reese snarled as he moved to slam Roger into the wall again, but she’d heard enough.
“In about thirty seconds, I’m dropping this towel, crawling into bed naked and giving you one chance to make this up to me,” she announced, biting back a smile when both men went still.
“One,” she said, deciding that perhaps he needed a little prompting.
“But-” Roger said, looking adorably lost as he sent a worried glance at the closed hotel door, clearly not looking forward to going out that door and facing Missy’s wrath.
“Two,” she said, walking towards the bed.
“Kasey?” Reese asked, throwing her a questioning look.
“Three,” she said, deciding that he needed a visual so she reached up and toyed the part of the towel keeping the rest in place.
“Shit!” Reese hissed, grabbing Roger away from the wall and shoving him towards the door.
“No, wait! We can talk about this!” Roger protested, stumbling his way towards the door.
“Four,” she said, running her fingers over the top of her towel.
“Get out,” Reese said, giving Roger another shove.
“But-”
Deciding that waiting until thirty was too generous, she reached up and-
“Shit!”
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“You son of a bitch!” came the bitchy declaration as Reese shoved Roger out of the room and into the path of the bitch that had wasted enough of his time.
“Have fun” he said with a chuckle as he slammed the door shut in the bastard’s face.
With that done, he turned around and walked back into the room and nearly groaned when he spotted Kasey, naked, laying on her stomach, and waiting for him.
“So, I’ve decided to give you a chance to fix this,” she said, resting her chin on her folded arms as she watched him.
“And if I can’t?” he asked, as he reached for the buttons on his shirt and started to undo them.
“That’s not really a choice,” she said with a slight shrug.
“No,” he said, biting back a smile, “it’s not.”
“Then, I suggest that you start talking,” she said with a pointed look as he ran his gaze over her body, noting every delectable curve that he couldn’t wait to run his hands over.
“Where would you like me to start?” he asked, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.
“The ring,” she said, cocking her brow in question.
“You mean the one that Missy gushed over?” he asked with a wince as he reached for his pants.
“Yeah, that would be the one,” she said, watching his every move.
“It was my grandmother’s,” he said with a chuckle as he toed off his shoes.
“And she wanted it,” she guessed correctly.
“And she was never going to get it,” he promised her.
“Why?” she asked, looking curious.
“Because I didn’t love her,” he simply said, making her worry her bottom lip the way he loved.
“And you love me?” she asked, looking vulnerable and so fucking beautiful that he couldn’t imagine what he’d done to deserve her.
The answer was simple, he didn’t deserve her, but that wasn’t going to stop him from doing whatever it took to keep her.
“Yes, I love you more than anything,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulled out the ring that she wasn’t leaving this hotel room without.
“And Mikey?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Is my favorite thing about you.”