MasukSydney I turned and my eyes opened. There was sunlight streaming from the windows and I could hear the waves against the shore. Letting out a sigh, I turned and the bed was empty.Bryce.I sat up, clutching the sheet against my chest. The suite was empty. He was gone. I reached to feel the side of the bed, pushing my hair back from my face.It was cold. He’d been gone for a while. Of course. Im not sure what I expected. Was I expecting him to stay? Letting out a sigh, I picked up my phone from the nightstand.Tapping the side button, the screen came up. There were 7 missed calls from Eric and ten text messages from Eric. I couldn’t help the disgust swelling in my chest.Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath trying to calm myself but it was no point. I still wanted to throw the phone across the room. Sighing, I unlocked the phone, opening it. All his messages had the same predictable pattern.Sidney is everything alright?I’m a little worried. Please call me. Call you by 4am? Wasn’t
Bryce She let out a sigh, blinking at the phone. Eric’s name was still on the screen. “I don’t…” she looked at me. “I can’t talk to him right now.”She pressed the side button and handed it back to me. Raising an eyebrow at her, I dropped it on the nightstand and slipped back beside her. She scooted towards me, placing her head on my chest.A part of me worried that she was making it a little too obvious to Eric that she was done with him and it would hinder our plans. But if she insisted she knew what she was doing, I would have to trust her, wouldn’t I?I glanced back at her and her breathing had evened out. Her shoulders were relaxed now, her hand curling against my chest. Something about seeing it, made my chest tight.Damn it.I should get up, and leave before it became more complicated than it already was but I couldn’t. Instead, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her closer. She made a small sound, scooting even closer, her breath warm against my neck.Thank the st
Sydney ‘Don’t think, Sydney.’ A small groan escaped my lips and he leaned in, kissing me again. His hand cupped the back of my head and I arched into him, deepening the kiss, wanting as much as I could. My hands slid up into his hair, his hands sliding down my back.I felt his breath warm against my ear. “You’re going to be the death of me,”Something about the way he said it, sent shivers down my spine, a moan escaping my lips. Leaving my lips, he trailed kisses down my jaw and down my throat.I tilted my head backwards, slowly forgetting Eric or the madness that had just happened. Right now I could let myself feel. Just feel.He kissed me again, leading me slowly towards the bed. His hands were everywhere, my waist, my back, my hair and I whimpered at every touch, my hands fisting his jacket.He pulled back, breathing hard. “Tell me to stop,” he hissed, searching my eyes.His eyes were clouded with desire. I’m not sure anyone has ever looked at me that hungrily. I doubt Eric ever
Sydney Something inside of me snapped and I stomped my heel on his foot. He yelped, his grip loosening just enough for me to wrench my wrist free.“Don’t you ever touch me,” I hissed, shoving him back. “Ever.”His face turned red, a vein pulsing at his temple. “You crazy bitch, I was just trying to…”He reached into the pocket of his jacket and for a second I was sure he was going to pull out the weapon he’d threatened me with when we heard a voice.“What the hell is going on here?”I looked past Marcus to see Bruce walking towards us in long strides, his eyes flashing. My breath caught in my throat.Marcus turned, his face still twisted in anger. “This is none of your business, Westin. I just want a taste of whatever pie you’ve been eating and…”He didn’t get to finish. Bryce moved his fist, smashing it against his jaw, his bones cracking. Marcus stumbled backward, crashing into the wall but everyone had heard his gasp and the entire room was slowly starting to freeze.“Jesus Christ
SydneyBryce turned. It was a man in his forties with perfect blond hair and teeth too white to be natural. I stared for a second too long before it occurred to me that they were veneers.“It’s me!” He grinned, staring at Bryce who seemed to be having a hard time recognising him. “Marcus McBroten. We met briefly in London last year? Lake deal?”Bryce’s eyes shifted slowly as he smiled. “Marcus! Of course! You were the crypto guy!”“Still am!” Marcus grinned, spreading his arms excitedly. “Up forty percent this quarter.” He turned his eyes to me, they narrowed slightly and I sat up, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.“I’ve seen your face before,” he pointed his index finger at me. “Aren’t you Sydney Carter? You’re married to some guy now. Eric? I’ve heard quite a bit about your father.”I managed a smile, stretching to accept his handshake. “All good things, I hope.”His palm was sweaty and he gripped my hand tightly. “Intriguing things but I hear he’s a great businessman and he t
SydneyThe door clicked shut behind Bryce as I stared at the phone. Sighing, I tapped Eric’s number, calling him. He answered on the first ring.“Sydney, baby, I was starting to worry.” His voice was warm. I almost laughed at how easily he was able to get me to do his will, sounding like that in the past.“I’m sorry,” I muttered, injecting just enough softness in my voice. “I was trying to get into my suite. How are you?”“Better now that I’m hearing your voice.”I rolled my eyes. Oh please.He continued. “How was the trip? Is everything alright?”“Everything’s fine. The suite is lovely. We’re heading to the welcome dinner soon.”“We?” His voice sharpened.“Yes, Eric.” I sighed in exasperation. “I’ll be going with Bryce.”He was quiet for a bit too long. I counted the seconds wondering how long it would take him to throw another tantrum.“Hm. Well, I sure hope he’ll be professional,” he murmured sorely. His voice quickly shifted back to its doting tone. “Are you comfortable with this







