Page 16 of Season Of Sin
“Let’s go.” I’m starving.
On our way out, my phone pings. I look at the screen and see Andre’s number flash across the top.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“What color scheme do you want?” Hayley’s voice washes over me.
“Color scheme? For what?”
“Christmas. What color decorations do you want in your apartment?” she asks.
“I really don’t care. Whatever colors you want,” I tell her.
“Well, I do. So, choose: pink, gold, and silver… or green, blue, and gold.”
“Green, blue, and gold,” I sigh.
“Okay, pink, gold, and silver it is. Good chat.” The call cuts off.
“You look… strange.,” Colton says, pointing to my face. “Is that a smile?”
“Fuck off.” I wipe the smile from my lips.
“So, Hayley, huh? It’s all just fake, right?” he asks me.
“Why?”
“No reason.” He shrugs.
The moment I walk into my penthouse, I almost walk right back out. This is notmy penthouse. It’s Santa’s fucking workshop.
“Babe?” I yell into the living room, knowing she hates it when I call her that.
When Hayley comes down the hall, I’m speechless. Gone is the mess that’s now my home, and all I can see is her.
Fuck me. She’s wearing a dark-purple knee-length dress. It’s tight, as in I can see every fucking curve she has. The top comes down into a small V, showing an ample amount of cleavage, and the sleeves sit just off her shoulders. Her long locks are piled up on top of her head in some fancy-ass hairstyle, with loose curls hanging down around her face, and her lips are painted a shiny pale pink.
“I’m sorry it’s a mess. I ran out of time. Because I had to get ready, but I will finish it tomorrow,” she says.
I’m struck dumb. Too dumb to reply as I take in all of her.
“Don’t move,” I say, pulling my phone from my pocket. I hold it up and snap a photo.
“Did you just take a picture of me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you look fucking breathtaking, Hayley,” I tell her. “And art like that…” I point to her body. “…should be appreciated forever.”
“Um… thank you,” she says, a nice blush creeping up her neck.
“You ready to go?” I hold out a hand. It’s taking everything in me not to pull her up against me and just fucking claim those lips of hers.
To my surprise, Hayley grabs my arm. Her tiny palm disappearing into the crook of my elbow.
“You really do look beautiful,” I say, pressing the button on the wall to open the elevator.