Page 70 of Our Broken Pieces
When I get to the common area of the suite, Gigi is sitting in one of the chairs on the balcony. I can only see her silhouette against the setting sun, but I see her curls moving in the wind. As I step closer, I see a ribbon tied in a bow in her hair. At the sight of it, it’s as if my dick is laughing at me for thinking I can wait until we’re engaged to have sex with her.
I open the door to the balcony and she stands. She’s in a black strapless dress that has a flowing bottom hitting just below her knees. She has her trademark eyeliner on, her lipstick is natural and she’s wearing the heels I bought her. This is the Gigi I know, the Gigi I’ve grown to care for more than I care to admit.
“Ready for dinner, prince?”
I don’t answer right away, still letting my eyes roam her body.
“Prince?”
“Fuck, princess. You look perfect. Spin for me.”
She spins, her skirt lifting a few inches, giving me a full view of her legs. “Perfect.” I hold out the box in my hand. “I got you something for the weekend.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Marcus, you don’t have to buy me gifts.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Open it.”
She lifts the top off of the box and reaches inside. She giggles when she pulls out a rhinestone tiara. “Oh my God.”
I take it from her and place it on her hair. “Perfect. Now you’re a real princess for the weekend.”
“Are you kidding? I’m always a princess.” She opens the camera on her phone and inspects the tiara. “But right now, I feel like an emo princess.” She laughs. “Thank you, prince. I’m going to wear it all weekend.”
I step closer to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Emo princess might be my favorite princess.”
Her eyes move back and forth between mine. “Let’s leave before I keep us here and we have to order room service.”
She steps around me and into the suite. I follow, grab my wallet, and we leave for dinner.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Gigi
We didn’t even have to leave the property for dinner. We had the most amazing meal at a seafood restaurant that had views of the water. The hotel has the park on one side and the water on the other. Our room faces the park, and I have a clear view of Cinderella’s castle. It’s absolutely my childhood dream come true.
Once we finish dinner, we head back up to the suite. I think we’re both exhausted after a day of travel and a meal. We walk through the door and Marcus lets out a sigh.
“I’m so tired. I don’t even want to check the score from the game.”
“Same. I’m going to change and go to bed.”
We walk to our separate rooms, and I’m a little sad. When we checked in and I saw there were two bedrooms, I figured out quickly that I would be sleeping alone. I gently lift the tiara from my hair, setting it on the dresser, then grab the cute silk pjs I bought for the trip and head to the bathroom. I wash off the war paint, change, brush my teeth, then walk to the bed. After plugging in my phone, I pull down the blanket and slide under the sheets.
I lie there for a few minutes, willing myself to fall asleep, when there’s a knock on my door.
“Yeah?” I call out from the bed.
“Can I open the door?”
“Yeah.”
I hear the doorknob turn, and Marcus doesn’t say a word as he walks toward me. When he reaches the bed, he gently pulls down the covers and lifts me from the mattress. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to my bed.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s where I want you.”
