covers my thick ass. I really should have gotten something more appropriate.
“I am going to be moving on in the New Year. Woodstock is nice, and I’ve loved the time I’ve spent here, especially getting to know my beautiful niece, Magnolia,” I look over and give my little blonde angel a smile. She will probably be the only one I’ll miss. Star is used to me being gone, but it will hurt to leave this little girl behind. I don't want to, but this is what I have to do.
“I got places to go, and people to see. Merry Christmas everyone!” I sit back down in my chair, and once again my eyes fall back to River. Instead of seeing the relief I expected, his face is clearly pained. He is hurt, and I just wish I knew why. I was almost positive this was exactly what he wanted. Either way, I am not sticking around for a guy. No fucking way. I am just not that kind of girl.
“Where are you heading to first?” Seven's voice fills the room. I should have known that Miss Jet Set herself would want to know my plans. Think quick, Paisley.
“I think I’m going to hit up Vegas.” Lies! All lies! Although, I have always wanted to go to Vegas. Maybe I could make some good money at one of those upscale strip clubs. Girls out there make a fuckin' killing.
“I love Vegas.” River chimes in from the other side of the table. What fucking game is he playing? His dark eyes run along my body as I pick up the nearly empty glass of wine in front of me and chug the rest. I smile in his direction, as the entire table watches us in silence.
“That's nice,” I add. I want to punch him. Would it be too much to do it over Christmas Eve dinner, because I am pretty sure it wouldn't be a Bloom family Christmas without some kind of fucked up drama.
His chair pushes back, scraping loudly against the hardwood floor and he turns for the kitchen, but not before he stares straight through me, “A word, Paisley?”
Everyone turns to me waiting for my reply. It would be fun to push his buttons and ignore him, but I have a feeling it would cause more drama than I want to deal with from everyone watching me at this moment. Fuck, I hate being the center of attention! I push my chair back in a huff and reluctantly make my way to the kitchen. I don't want to do this.
“What the fuck, Paisley?” River starts on me the second I round the corner. I should be asking him the same thing. He runs his fingers through his hair and turns away. It looks like he wants to punch something. He continues pacing back and forth across the messy kitchen. What does he want me to say?
“What, River? What the fuck do you want from me?” He’s driving me crazy. Without even realizing it, I yell at him. I’m sure my voice is carrying throughout the entire house, but I don't know what else to do. I don't know how to handle myself, which is why I’m never good at this type of shit.
Before I see him coming, he is across the kitchen and I’m pressed up against the wall. His lips crash against mine. He takes me off guard, and I don't know what else to do but kiss him back, and I do; with everything I fucking have. I pour out all the betrayal I felt today into the single kiss. His lips pull away, and his breathing is labored. His green eyes memorize me.
“Why, Paisley?” I don't understand his question. Why what? There are so many whys.
“Why what, River? We share a night together, and you ignore me all day. Act like I don't fucking exist. What do you want from me?” All I wanted to do was give him what he wanted, uncomplicated. I silently plead with him internally, please just let me go.
“Fuck! Paisley, I disappeared because shit...” there goes his hands into his hair again. Fuck, he is sexy when he does that. “I wanted to get you something, I fucking went out shopping at the motherfucking mall on Christmas Eve because I didn't want to let you down.” I blow out the breath I didn't know I was holding as he grabs my hand and pulls me against his body. His arm
“I am going to be moving on in the New Year. Woodstock is nice, and I’ve loved the time I’ve spent here, especially getting to know my beautiful niece, Magnolia,” I look over and give my little blonde angel a smile. She will probably be the only one I’ll miss. Star is used to me being gone, but it will hurt to leave this little girl behind. I don't want to, but this is what I have to do.
“I got places to go, and people to see. Merry Christmas everyone!” I sit back down in my chair, and once again my eyes fall back to River. Instead of seeing the relief I expected, his face is clearly pained. He is hurt, and I just wish I knew why. I was almost positive this was exactly what he wanted. Either way, I am not sticking around for a guy. No fucking way. I am just not that kind of girl.
“Where are you heading to first?” Seven's voice fills the room. I should have known that Miss Jet Set herself would want to know my plans. Think quick, Paisley.
“I think I’m going to hit up Vegas.” Lies! All lies! Although, I have always wanted to go to Vegas. Maybe I could make some good money at one of those upscale strip clubs. Girls out there make a fuckin' killing.
“I love Vegas.” River chimes in from the other side of the table. What fucking game is he playing? His dark eyes run along my body as I pick up the nearly empty glass of wine in front of me and chug the rest. I smile in his direction, as the entire table watches us in silence.
“That's nice,” I add. I want to punch him. Would it be too much to do it over Christmas Eve dinner, because I am pretty sure it wouldn't be a Bloom family Christmas without some kind of fucked up drama.
His chair pushes back, scraping loudly against the hardwood floor and he turns for the kitchen, but not before he stares straight through me, “A word, Paisley?”
Everyone turns to me waiting for my reply. It would be fun to push his buttons and ignore him, but I have a feeling it would cause more drama than I want to deal with from everyone watching me at this moment. Fuck, I hate being the center of attention! I push my chair back in a huff and reluctantly make my way to the kitchen. I don't want to do this.
“What the fuck, Paisley?” River starts on me the second I round the corner. I should be asking him the same thing. He runs his fingers through his hair and turns away. It looks like he wants to punch something. He continues pacing back and forth across the messy kitchen. What does he want me to say?
“What, River? What the fuck do you want from me?” He’s driving me crazy. Without even realizing it, I yell at him. I’m sure my voice is carrying throughout the entire house, but I don't know what else to do. I don't know how to handle myself, which is why I’m never good at this type of shit.
Before I see him coming, he is across the kitchen and I’m pressed up against the wall. His lips crash against mine. He takes me off guard, and I don't know what else to do but kiss him back, and I do; with everything I fucking have. I pour out all the betrayal I felt today into the single kiss. His lips pull away, and his breathing is labored. His green eyes memorize me.
“Why, Paisley?” I don't understand his question. Why what? There are so many whys.
“Why what, River? We share a night together, and you ignore me all day. Act like I don't fucking exist. What do you want from me?” All I wanted to do was give him what he wanted, uncomplicated. I silently plead with him internally, please just let me go.
“Fuck! Paisley, I disappeared because shit...” there goes his hands into his hair again. Fuck, he is sexy when he does that. “I wanted to get you something, I fucking went out shopping at the motherfucking mall on Christmas Eve because I didn't want to let you down.” I blow out the breath I didn't know I was holding as he grabs my hand and pulls me against his body. His arm
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