7|It’s Not ‘Only You'

~Rylee~

Spending the rest of my night with Klaus was the last thing I wanted to do. I planned to rest, watch some chick flick movie on NetFlix, call Sloan in the morning and be on my way to another job a little later in the day.

I knew I was in a limbo of denial, but working kept my mind busy, keeping me sane, keeping me from dwelling on questions such as ‘why is love never enough to make people stay?’ ‘Why did Kara and Mason betray me the way they did when all I did was love them both?’

Finding a needle in a haystack is easier than figuring out people’s intent, just like this six-foot Italian lounging in my suite.

He occupied the chaise attached to the sectional where I sat. I left the balcony door open, allowing the warm Nevada air inside.

His legs were widespread, a forefinger pressed against his lips. He had his body angled so he could stare into my eyes. He shifted, setting an ankle over his knee, and reached for the goblet filled with pinot noir, taking a sip.

I changed into mu