my mind, heart,
and soul, whispering against the soft wet skin of my neck. Spiraling into
pleasure, I liquefied, listening to his voice melt into every sensation
happening to me.
When the water turned cold, we exited the
shower, satisfied, dripping wet, not to mention a bit breathless. I wiped my
hand over the large framed mirror on the wall that hung over the pedestal sink.
Within the swipe, I saw our reflections. Like a tribute to perfection, Cayden
stood behind me, smiling at me in the mirror. His mirrored eyes met mine. I
watched his hands run up each side of my body, trace over the curves, slide up and
cup both breasts within his hands. We were framed like artwork. Caught within
the reflection of the glass.
“Look how stunning you are,” Cayden murmured
into my ear.
I moved my hand to reach up over my head to his
jaw, his lips. “Cayden, you take my breath. I love you so much it hurts,” I
admitted.
Cayden kissed my hand, my inner wrist. “I know
exactly what you mean.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Winter. I
will love you forever.”
Forever. The word
bathed me in sadness. Forever did not exist.
Chapter Five
Tinsel
Town
As was customary, doing anything became a
production. One large entourage, two limousines, one SUV, one strategic meeting
including a review of Cayden’s schedule and witness to fifteen phone calls
later, I boarded the private jet with Chandler, Cayden, Zander, Melissa,
Langdon and Jayden. I yawned wildly. It was early, too early. I only had a
couple hours of sleep. It was going to be at least a four-hour flight, so maybe I could rest during the flight?
“What the hell are you doing to her, Cayden?
Winter never looks this exhausted until you show up.”
Chandler
chuckled wickedly, his husky voice
breaking through the silence. I blushed. Cayden punched his brother in the arm.
“Ouch!”
Chandler
said, rubbing the top of his arm but he continued chuckling. He was quite
amused with himself.
Langdon and Jayden took their seats toward the
front of the jet while Zander and Melissa sat behind
Chandler
, Cayden, and I.
“Baby, is that your cell phone?” Cayden asked.
“Yeah.” I was already pulling it from my bag and
looking at the number. “It’s my publisher.” I flipped open my phone, “Hi, Gail,
what’s up?” I watched Cayden and
Chandler
wrestle around while Gail gave me some strange news. “Are you serious?” I
asked, and as soon as I said that, Cayden stopped what he was doing to focus on
me.
“What?” Cayden asked.
I put my hand over the phone, “Hang on, babe.” I
went back to listening to Gail. “No, do not give him my number. There is no
reason for him to have it.”
Cayden and
Chandler
stared at each other.
“What?” I screeched. “You have got to me kidding
me, Gail.” Cayden grabbed my hand in what I guessed was an attempt to calm me.
“All right, thanks for calling me.”
“What?” Cayden asked again.
“I know, Gail. It’s not your fault. I’ll handle
things from here,” I said.
“What?” Cayden mouthed. I held one finger up, a
gesture to wait.
“All right, I will Gail. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“What is going on?” Cayden asked me, his
features concerned.
“For some reason Logan Devereaux has been
calling my publisher, trying to gain my phone number.”
“What the fuck!” he growled, turning to glower
at
Chandler
.
“Yeah, strange I know but the kicker is Miranda
has been out on maternity leave so they hired a temp, and the temp gave him my
cell phone number after he said he was my boyfriend’s attorney and had lost all
his personal contacts when his computer crashed,” I confessed.
“Handle this,
Chandler
,” Cayden said, pissed off beyond
belief.
Chandler
’s face looked grim. “I intend to,” he said to Cayden before he
looked back to me.
“I’m going to change my cell phone number, so
don’t worry about it, but I can’t imagine why
Logan
would even want it.”
Chandler
and
and soul, whispering against the soft wet skin of my neck. Spiraling into
pleasure, I liquefied, listening to his voice melt into every sensation
happening to me.
When the water turned cold, we exited the
shower, satisfied, dripping wet, not to mention a bit breathless. I wiped my
hand over the large framed mirror on the wall that hung over the pedestal sink.
Within the swipe, I saw our reflections. Like a tribute to perfection, Cayden
stood behind me, smiling at me in the mirror. His mirrored eyes met mine. I
watched his hands run up each side of my body, trace over the curves, slide up and
cup both breasts within his hands. We were framed like artwork. Caught within
the reflection of the glass.
“Look how stunning you are,” Cayden murmured
into my ear.
I moved my hand to reach up over my head to his
jaw, his lips. “Cayden, you take my breath. I love you so much it hurts,” I
admitted.
Cayden kissed my hand, my inner wrist. “I know
exactly what you mean.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Winter. I
will love you forever.”
Forever. The word
bathed me in sadness. Forever did not exist.
Chapter Five
Tinsel
Town
As was customary, doing anything became a
production. One large entourage, two limousines, one SUV, one strategic meeting
including a review of Cayden’s schedule and witness to fifteen phone calls
later, I boarded the private jet with Chandler, Cayden, Zander, Melissa,
Langdon and Jayden. I yawned wildly. It was early, too early. I only had a
couple hours of sleep. It was going to be at least a four-hour flight, so maybe I could rest during the flight?
“What the hell are you doing to her, Cayden?
Winter never looks this exhausted until you show up.”
Chandler
chuckled wickedly, his husky voice
breaking through the silence. I blushed. Cayden punched his brother in the arm.
“Ouch!”
Chandler
said, rubbing the top of his arm but he continued chuckling. He was quite
amused with himself.
Langdon and Jayden took their seats toward the
front of the jet while Zander and Melissa sat behind
Chandler
, Cayden, and I.
“Baby, is that your cell phone?” Cayden asked.
“Yeah.” I was already pulling it from my bag and
looking at the number. “It’s my publisher.” I flipped open my phone, “Hi, Gail,
what’s up?” I watched Cayden and
Chandler
wrestle around while Gail gave me some strange news. “Are you serious?” I
asked, and as soon as I said that, Cayden stopped what he was doing to focus on
me.
“What?” Cayden asked.
I put my hand over the phone, “Hang on, babe.” I
went back to listening to Gail. “No, do not give him my number. There is no
reason for him to have it.”
Cayden and
Chandler
stared at each other.
“What?” I screeched. “You have got to me kidding
me, Gail.” Cayden grabbed my hand in what I guessed was an attempt to calm me.
“All right, thanks for calling me.”
“What?” Cayden asked again.
“I know, Gail. It’s not your fault. I’ll handle
things from here,” I said.
“What?” Cayden mouthed. I held one finger up, a
gesture to wait.
“All right, I will Gail. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“What is going on?” Cayden asked me, his
features concerned.
“For some reason Logan Devereaux has been
calling my publisher, trying to gain my phone number.”
“What the fuck!” he growled, turning to glower
at
Chandler
.
“Yeah, strange I know but the kicker is Miranda
has been out on maternity leave so they hired a temp, and the temp gave him my
cell phone number after he said he was my boyfriend’s attorney and had lost all
his personal contacts when his computer crashed,” I confessed.
“Handle this,
Chandler
,” Cayden said, pissed off beyond
belief.
Chandler
’s face looked grim. “I intend to,” he said to Cayden before he
looked back to me.
“I’m going to change my cell phone number, so
don’t worry about it, but I can’t imagine why
Logan
would even want it.”
Chandler
and
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