Page 72 of Sweet Surrender
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Yet, I couldn’t let myself forget the reason I was in his bed with awedding ring on my finger, and the longer I stayed in bed replaying our night, the more conflicted I felt, and a heavy weight settled in my chest.
Feeling like the cabin was closing in on me, I jumped out ofbed, and forgoing a shower, I changed into the jeans and vest top I’d packed in my overnight bag before going on the hunt for Nash.
Maybe I could talk to him. Explain how I was feeling, and see if wecould work together to figure our marriage out.
Following the sound of his gravelly voice, I found him on the top deckwhich looked vastly different from the romantic setting we had during dinner. Gone were the candles and twinkling lights. Even the piano was nowhere to be seen.
As I walked toward Nash, the morning sun beamed down, and backat the marina, the sound of people coming to life ready for a day on the water echoed around us.
Nash had his back to me, his phone to his ear as he spoke, and Itook a minute to admire him.
He was missing his suit jacket, and the crisp white shirt was tautacross his broad back and shoulders, and through the material, I could make out the dark swirls of his tattoos. Tattoos I’d spent ages examining last night, right before he fucked me a second time.
My eyes dropped to his ass, the tight pants showcasing howtoned it was, and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth to stop from groaning with want.
It was funny, or sad, depending on how you looked at it, but I’d neverhad the same reaction to Liam as what I did toward Nash.
As if he could feel my presence, Nash turned to face me. Continuinghis call, his eyes raked over my body, but unlike last night when they were filled with nothing but a dark desire, there was nothing but coldness.
“I’ll be in shortly,” he said, ending the call before stalking toward me,his face devoid of any emotion, making trepidation pool in my belly. “Good, you’re awake. We need to go,” he said impassively, making no attempt to give me a morning kiss.
“Okay, I’ll get my bag,” I replied, wondering who had pissed in hiscornflakes. Maybe something bad had happened at one of his resorts, but if it had, he didn’t need to be an ass to me.
He grunted at me before heading down the stairs. Following himsheepishly, I detoured into the bedroom to grab my bag. As soon as I was in the room, the smell of Nash and sex hit me, and the image of me sitting on his face flashed to mind.
Oh god.
Was he regretting last night? Was that why he was being so cold?
Shaking the image, and trying not to let insecurities take hold, Igrabbed my bag and made my way back upstairs. Nash was waiting at the front of the boat by the gangway, tapping his foot impatiently. When I reached him, he lowered himself into the waiting speed boat, not bothering to help me in.
I clambered in after him, ignoring the pang of hurt as the man who’dtaken us to the boat last night took us back to the marina. The ride didn’t take long, but the entire time Nash busied himself with his phone, not looking my way once.
I stared out at the horizon as we got further away from the yacht andcloser to the shoreline. The feeling that Nash was regretting last night grew deeper, and fuck, did that hurt me right down to my bones.
When the speedboat docked, the man who’d brought us back helpedme out after Nash stormed off. Meekly, I followed him to the waiting car where Brian stood with the doors open. I slid into the back while Nash got into the seat next to Brian, his face stoic and not giving anything away.
The ride home was silent, a thick tension growing in the car withevery passing second. I gazed out the window, not seeing the sights of Vegas because all I could worry about was what in the heck I had done to upset Nash.
I churned over everything that had happened last night in my head,trying to find the moment I might have done something to upset him. But after he fucked me a second time, we fell asleep with me wrapped in his arms, and before I fell asleep, I felt him kiss the top of my head and sigh in contentment.
So god only knew what had crawled up his ass this morning.
Surely it was a good thing he was pissed off with me. That was whatI’d wanted all along, right?
Only now, now that I was on the receiving end of his hate, when lastnight I’d been on the receiving end of his affection, I didn’t want to be there.
Brian eventually pulled the car to a stop outside the house, and as wegot out of the car, Nash handed me the key.
“Go in, I’ll be in in a second,” he said, his tone still void of anyemotion.
Ignoring the stab of tears in my eyes, I did what he said, letting myselfin, and leaving the door open for him.
I didn’t notice anything was amiss until I passed the doorway to thelounge, my eyes flicking into the room. Not believing what I’d just seen, I paused and took a step back, freezing when I took in the room.
It was as if nothing had changed.
