Page 72 of Sweet Addiction
ROME
Wake up.
—Text from Olivia to Rome
Dillan’s beautiful body is above me in my bed, the warm sun bathing her in a gorgeous golden glow. Her thighs straddle my face. Soft moans fill the air, and her sweet cunt fills my mouth?—
Something pokes my chest.
Something not Dillan.
Dillan disappears, replaced by whatever-the-hell just shoved my shoulder, more forcefully this time. What the fuck?
“Wake up,” a voice snaps.
One that’s not Dillan’s.
You’ve gotta be kidding... I roll away, not ready to wake up yet. I only let myself sleep in on Sundays. Every other day, I’m up and running at the asscrack of dawn, but Sundays are fucking sacred. I sleep. I move slow. I let my body rest. And when I crackmy eyes open to find the room still dark—no golden glow, no Dillan sitting on my face—and my cousin standing next to my bed, sacred goes to hell. I’ve got a bad feeling my whole day is about to go down in flames with it.
“Why are you in my bedroom?” I groan and drag my hand across the cool sheets where Dillan should be sleeping but isn’t.
The better question is why isn’t Dillan in my bedroom?
The blanket pools around my waist as I sit up, and Olivia looks away. “Tell me you’re not naked under there.”
“Tell me why you have a key to my house,” I growl and push up to my feet, showing her the gray sweats I slept in.
Her eyes dart quickly to mine, relaxing when she finds me clothed. “I have my ways. Now make me a cup of coffee.”
“Seriously?” I drag my hand through my hair and shake my head, trying to clear the sleep. “You came to my house, and now I’m supposed to make you coffee?”
“Not really,” she grins, and no lie, it’s a little evil. “I stopped by Sweet Temptations and brought coffee and sticky buns with me. I just wanted to see if you’d do it if I asked.”
“First, you didn’t ask, you ordered.” I cross the room and slide a sweatshirt over my head. “And second, I’m in training. I can’t have sticky buns, you brat.”
“I know.” She shrugs, and her evil mastermind smile grows like the bad guy from a cartoon. “More for me.” She looks around the room, a new interest obviously piqued. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
“She has a name,” I grumble as I walk by her and down the steps, wondering the same thing.
“I know her name. My brother is married to her sister, remember?” Funny how easy it is to forget that. She follows behind me, the click-clack of her shoes announcing every step on the hardwood floors.
“Isn’t it too early for heels, Olivia? Pretty sure you should be in sneakers or slides before what—” I look at the clock. Seriously? “Eight a.m.”
“Never too early for heels, little cousin.”
“You’re like a foot smaller than me,” I grumble, unsure why I even bother fighting.
“Thirteen inches to be exact.” She smiles and looks around. “Don’t change the subject. Why isn’t Dillan here? You two looked awfully cozy when you snuck out of the ball last night.” She moves in front of me and grabs a pink paper coffee cup from Ma’s bakery and hands it to me. “It’s black, like your soul.”
“It’s too early for this, Liv. Why are you here?” I ask as I take the hot cup from her hands. Maybe caffeine will make the day better.
I wanted to wake up to Dillan.
I want to talk.
I want?—
“You guys looked great together last night. The press ate it up. Lots of chatter.”
