Chapter 8
Xhmel
Immediately after dinner…
Dinner with Sin had proven two things. First, I needed to take my ass home.
Because if I stayed, I would do something incredibly stupid, like trying to figure out how to fit this woman into my life when I clearly didn’t have the space for that right now.
The second thing I realized was that I had to get my money right because I was missing opportunities.
The beautiful woman I’d just spent the last couple of hours with was indeed a prime opportunity to have something—or rather someone—solid in my life. I didn’t know a damn thing about her, but I had that feeling. A feeling that wouldn’t subside no matter how much I tried to ignore it.
She was someone I needed in my life but I had also been raised to be a man who knew better than to bring bullshit to a woman’s door.
Could I make things work? Yeah, I could.
I had the ability to divide my time, but something would suffer.
Whether it be her heart or my pockets. Her expression had dropped when I admitted I didn’t have the ability to be consistent in a woman’s life and she’d detached herself from any possibility of having something more with me.
When the awareness hit, I shouldn’t have cared, but it had me running through possibilities of how I could make room for her in my life. So yeah, I was taking my ass home before I did something dumb.
I finished my drink and left the bar, heading straight to my room.
I packed my things, removed the money I’d stashed in the safe, and was out the door a few minutes later.
While I waited for the elevator I glanced toward her suite and considered my options.
I could easily walk down there and make promises I wouldn’t be able to keep, or hell, fuck her one last time before I dipped.
However, neither of those things would work in my favor or hers.
I stepped my ass right onto the elevator, prepared to leave.
I did, however, make one stop, in the bar. I dropped a hundred on the counter, removed one of the roses from the vase decorating it, then headed to check out.
“Good evening. How can I help you?”
The woman smiled big as hell when I stepped to the counter.
“I need to check out.”
She frowned a little. “It’s late. Is there a problem we should be aware of?”
“Nah, I’m straight. Everything was perfect.”
She smiled again. “Okay, great. Please scan your bracelet and I’ll get you squared away.”
I held my wrist near the device on the counter then handed over the tablet they’d given me at check in.
“Thank you, Mr. Marion. You were supposed to be here through Sunday. Will you be returning?”
“No. I have something I need to take care of.”
“Oh, no problem. We won’t be able to issue a…”
I waved her off. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Great, give me a minute and I’ll close out your account and get your phone.”
“Aight, thank you. Do you have a pen and something I can write on?”
“Um, sure.” She flashed me another smile and reached for a pad with the Seventh Heaven logo on it, placed it on the counter, and handed me a pen.
I thought about what I wanted to say and wrote that shit out.
Another dumbass decision but fuck it…
“Ay, do you have an envelope?”
“Sure.” She opened a drawer and removed one. I slipped the note inside, sealed it, and scribbled Sin’s suite number on it.
“Can you have this delivered for me?” I placed the rose on top and pushed both across the counter.
“Absolutely.”
I was happy as hell when she didn’t ask for a name because I damn sure couldn’t give her one.
I also had no guarantee that this woman would get it delivered.
At this point, I was winging it, but if the note made it where it was supposed to, then the ball would be in her court.
What she did with it was on her. I had to trust that the universe would do me a solid.
“Alright, Mr. Marion. Here’s your phone. I’ve closed out your account for the weekend and you’re all set. We hope to see you again soon. I’ve sent a message to the valet to have your vehicle delivered, so you should be good to go.”
“’Preciate that.”
As soon as I powered my phone on that bitch lit up with texts. Several from clients with requests and some from my brother updating me on jobs he’d accepted on his end.
When I stepped outside, he was the first person I made contact with.
Lil Bro: Heading your way. Let’s get this money.
If I saw her again, I would take that as a sign. But for now, it was back to the hustle. This money wouldn’t make itself.
The end…maybe!