and pulling him in deeper. Trey lifted his chest putting his weight onto his hands. He looked down at her with his trademark sexy-ass half smile and leaned his mouth near her ear whispering, “We need more shots.” She may have created a monster.
Chapter 5 Trey was in his boxer briefs lying on his stomach in the bed of his suite when he heard the knocking on his door. His head was pounding and his muscles were sore. Then he remembered why – Elise. He opened his eyes and lifted his head off the pillow to see where she was. She wasn’t in his bed, so he slowly got to his feet looking around the bedroom and eventually the bathroom. She wasn’t there, either. He walked into the sitting room hoping to find her in there, but she wasn’t. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He would have liked her to be there. He walked to his suite door and looked out the peephole to see Will standing there in a suit. The wedding – FUCK! He opened the door, and Will came barging in. “Dude, I’ve been calling you for over an hour.” Will walked into the sitting room while Trey was rubbing his hands over his face trying to wake up. Will turned back and must have actually gotten a good look at Trey because that’s when the questions started. “Dude, you look like shit! What happened last night?” Will’s eyes were wide. Trey couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face as he recalled the events that occurred last night. He walked silently past Will and made his way to the bathroom as his brother followed him. “I guess things went well.” Will started laughing. “What makes you say that?” Trey’s voice was deep, and his throat was raw. Another smile crossed his face as he remembered why. Between the tequila and moaning her name out for countless hours, he was surprised he could even speak. “Well, the scratches down your back are a dead giveaway, but the lipstick note is the confirmation.” “Lipstick note?” Trey didn’t know what Will was talking about. “The one on your back. Dude, she marked your ass!” Will was grinning and pointing to his right shoulder. Trey walked through the bedroom into the bathroom and turned around to check out his back in the mirror. Will was right. There were a ton of small pink lines all over his back. But, more importantly, on his right shoulder blade was the letter E in script with a heart around it. She wrote on him with her lipstick while he was passed out. Trey just shook his head and smiled. “And looking at the state of the bed, it looks like things went better than well. Details, bro! Spill it!” Will was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom with his arms crossed and a stupid smile on his face. There was no way that Trey was letting Will know anything that happened. “What time is it?” Trey remembered seeing the sun come up before passing out. He just didn’t know how long he was passed out. “It’s 11:30. The cars are leaving at noon.” Will continued to stand there waiting for details that he wasn’t going to get. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes. Can you grab my suit?” Trey was pointing to the closet where his Tom Ford was hanging. Will walked over to the closet and saw a note on the nightstand. “Trey, she may have left another note for you.” Trey stuck his head out of the bathroom door and saw a note on the opposite nightstand next to the bottle of tequila. He tried not to look too excited in front of his brother. He walked over to the other nightstand and picked up the note as Will picked up the bottle and looked at the label. The note was in the same handwriting from the envelope that Elise left in his laptop bag. It read: Dear Lightweight, Hair of the Dog + 2 Ibuprofen = Hangover Helper Send my congrats to your brother. Have fun at the wedding today. XOXO Elise On the nightstand, there was a glass with a small amount of tequila in it and two ibuprofens sitting right next to it. He smiled and did