Worshipped (Worshipped Series Book 1) (19 page)

Our suite is breathtaking. We have a living room, kitchen, master bath, and a king size bed. The room is finely decorated. It even has a fireplace in the living room with a huge rug. I don’t see our time being spent in much other place besides the bedroom, but that is just me being optimistic.

Conner sets our bags down in the bedroom. Isaac stares out the bay windows. I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around him. I lay my head on his back, trying to take away whatever is bothering him. I think I helped some. He takes my hands with his and pulls me to the front of him. He sighs and kisses me deeply. I know our situation is not ideal, but I hate seeing him so torn.

Isaac has me against the wall, arms over my head, pinned. I moan in his mouth, breathing heavily. I love it when he becomes dominant over me. It is a feeling I don’t understand sometimes. I feel like I could give him all my control, all my worries and fears. I know he would take care of everything. Sadly, he pulls away. I give him a pouty face, wondering why he stopped.

He grins that evil, dominant grin, and says, “Don’t worry. We will continue this later. I have to brief the body guards. They will be here any moment and I do not want to be interrupted.”

Well, when he puts it that way, what is a girl going to do? I walk to the bedroom to find Conner. He is sitting on the bed, elbows to his knees, and his head in his hands. I sit beside him, rubbing his back when I ask, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He looks at me and I see the fear he is feeling. “All that’s happened and all that I know will happen is because of Isaac and me. If we never met Dominic, we wouldn’t be in this mess, running away again. You wouldn’t be in danger.” I understand what he is trying to say.

“Conner, you can’t think that way. I hate that we are having to deal with this, but at the same time I am glad. If none of this happened, we wouldn’t be as close as we are together. We can’t change our pasts. We can only deal with what we have, when we get it. I don’t know what I would do if you and Isaac never came into my life. I am so grateful for everything both of you have done for me. And the best part, besides receiving all your love, you and Isaac gave me what I’ve always wanted. We are going to be a family, with two beautiful babies. I would not change that for anything.”

Conner kisses me, really kisses me. When he finally lets me up for air, both of us are breathing heavily. “Thank you. I know you should’ve just run when you first found out about our pasts, but you didn’t. Thank you, Riley, for staying and being with us.”

“Of course I stayed. I was already in too deep when I first met the both of you,” I tell him. It’s the truth. I think back to the first night with Isaac and I knew afterwards I was in trouble. It was a force I couldn’t stop. And I didn’t want to try.

“Isaac is waiting for the bodyguards to arrive. He’s in the living room. I’m going to shower.” I figured Conner wanted to help Isaac with his briefing. He gets up and walked into the living room. I start to unpack my bag, looking for something comfy to wear after my shower.

After my shower I check my phone. I have two missed calls from Karen and five text messages. Shit, I never turned it back off silent from the funeral. I call Karen back hoping she doesn’t ask too many questions. I don’t know how I will explain this. And I don’t want her involved. The last thing I need is to find Karen murdered. I don’t think I would recover from that.

Karen must have been busy; she doesn’t answer, but I leave her a somewhat happy message telling her where we are. I don’t go into details because I hadn’t thought about a lie. If I know my Karen, she will call back asking tons of questions. Got to hand it to her, she does care. That is always a plus. I put my hair up in a messy bun and go to find Isaac and Conner. I hope they were done with the briefing.

I walk into the living room to find Isaac and Conner sitting down on the couch, drinking whiskey. “How did it go?” I ask.

“We now have four highly trained men to watch over us,” Isaac answers. That’s good. A little extra protection never hurt anyone.

“Conner and I have some more briefings to attend to tonight. We should be back later,” Isaac tells me. I’m a little disappointed to hear that, but what can I do? They have a business to run, plus trying to keep all of us safe. I nod and walk over to give my boys a smoldering kiss. I hope they will hurry back to me.

I get a smack on my ass from Isaac and a sweet caress from Conner and they leave for the night. I sigh, wondering what the hell I am going to do tonight to keep myself busy. I don’t want to sit around all night worrying myself to death, because let’s face it, I will totally do that.

I try calling Karen once more, only to get her voicemail again. I toss my phone on the counter and decided to call some room service. I make my order, mostly of sweets, and walk into the master bedroom.

I grab my kindle, hoping to find a good book to keep my thoughts at bay. “Great. This just isn’t my night,” I say to myself. Of course it’s dead, and I forgot the charger. Funny how in my state of panic to leave my home I remembered the kindle, but not the damn charger.

I wonder if the hotel has anything good on TV tonight. I go back into the living area and turn on the TV. I’m flipping through the channels when I hear a knock at the door. Yes, I jumped like a frightened girl, but come on, who could blame me? And yes, I forgot about my room service order.

I rush to the door and let the little Asian lady wheel in the cart of heaven. I tip her and shut the door behind her. Okay, I might have went a little overboard with my sweet tooth tonight. I had chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate ice cream, chocolate covered almonds, cashews, peanuts, chocolate cake, white chocolate cheesecake, and of course extra chocolate sauce on the side. Oh, and let’s not forget I did order green beans and rosemary chicken. I was going to die in chocolate heaven later. Or go into a sugar coma. Either sounds perfectly fine as long as I have chocolate.

I make my plate of chicken and green beans, making my way to the couch. I’m surprised to find one of my favorite TV shows was on. The Vampire Diaries. Yeah, I know. Why does a grown woman watch the vampire diaries? One word, ladies, Damon Salvatore. That man is some hot eye candy to look at. Plus, I never really understood why they have such a huge love triangle. Could the brothers just not share? Obviously Elena loves both of them. Would it be that big of a deal?

Isaac and Conner don’t seem to have a problem with sharing me. I understand more now of the why. Isaac is just half of a person. Why, I don’t know. Yet. Maybe something from his past. Honestly, who knows? It’s just, well, Conner does complete him in some weird way. It’s as if they didn’t have each other, they would be lost.

I, however, am 100% fine with my lovers. I can’t imagine not having them in my life. It may be a different relationship, but it works for us. And in my book that is all that matters.

A few hours later, there is still no sign of Isaac or Conner. I can’t believe I watched four episodes of the vampire diaries, or that I haven’t heard from them. I send Conner a quick text asking if everything is okay and I crawl into the bed. Wow, this is a really comfortable bed. I get in the middle and get up and close with the covers. I am almost in dreamland when I hear my phone go off. I groan and snatch my phone from the night stand. It’s a message from Conner:

Everything is fine. Be back soon.

I wonder when soon is. I put the phone down and get back into my warm and comfy spot. I’m sure I can stay awake for a bit longer. Then I decided just to rest my eyes…

I wake up startled the next morning. I’m alone in the middle of a California king size bed. Where are Isaac and Conner? I was sure they would wake me to let me know they got back safe. Shit, what if something happened to them? Should I call the police? Shit…I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to vomit all of last night’s food up. God, all that chocolate was a bad idea. Once I am done puking my lungs up, I grab my phone to call those assholes.

How could they not leave me a note or something to let me know what the hell was going on? How inconsiderate could they be? Just one day ago we had to pack up and leave, and now I have no idea…oh, well damn. I get to my phone and see the note Isaac left. Great, now I felt like an overactive girlfriend. I read the note and sigh:

We didn’t want to wake you. Have meetings today, and please do not go anywhere without telling us. Miss you and will call later. Love, Isaac and Conner.

Looks like I will be having another boring day with the TV. I set the note down and grab my phone. I’m walking to the bathroom when I stub my pinky toe.

“Motherfuckingsonofabitch!!!”

I figure I look like some crazy lady speaking in tongues, but holy fuck that hurts! I’m hopping around, trying to hold onto my pinky toe, just to make the pain stop. This is the worst pain ever. Never, I mean never mess with the pinky toe! I finally give in and just lie down. I know I am acting like a baby, but come on. I really think I broke that fucker. I take a chance and look at it. Yep, sure enough it is black and blue already. I really hope I just bruised it.

I know there isn’t much a doctor can do with a broken toe, so I will just have to suck it up and put my big girl panties on. I get off the floor and hobble to the bathroom. Stupid bed post. I am going to be limping for a few days. I set my phone down on the counter by the toilet so I can pee. Once I am finished, I flush and wash my hands.

I swear someone out in this world has put some kind of voodoo curse on me this morning. As I am reaching for a towel, I knock my phone into the toilet. It was like slow motion. I saw it flying through the air, and of course instead of hitting the floor and possibly breaking, it goes into the toilet bowl. I look over in the toilet, saying a regretful goodbye to my phone. There is no way I am sticking my hand in there to get it. Nope, not happening.

I shake my head at my clumsiness and start the rest of my morning routine. I guess whoever is working their voodoo on me today is working their ass off to make my day as crappy as it can be. Let’s go over the list, shall we?

First thing this morning I stubbed my toe, drowned my phone in the toilet, and got soap in my eyes even though I wasn’t washing my hair. Yes, that takes a skill to accomplish.

While trying to fix my hair, my flat iron blew up. Yes, it literally blew up smoke and all. I cut myself trying to cut a pineapple for breakfast. The TV also stopped working and so did my hotel phone. Oh, and let’s not forget the excessive morning sickness.

To say my day so far has been bad is an understatement. I still haven’t heard from Isaac or Conner, not that they could reach me since every electronic thing in this hotel is going crazy!

I am now on the floor in the kitchen crying my eyes out, really for no reason. I move to pour myself a glass of water and drop it. Sitting in a pile of water, surrounded by broken glass, I am frustrated and so horny it isn’t even funny. Thank god I am still in my hotel robe. At least I didn’t get my clothes wet.

I hear our door open and Isaac and Conner come inside. I’m sure they think I have gone insane. I am just sitting on the floor, hands over my face, crying like a two year old that didn’t get her way. And this crying is not pretty. This is uncontrollable ugly crying, and you can’t make out a word I am trying to say.

“What the hell, Riley? Why are you on the floor crying?” Isaac asks. I try to stop crying to tell them I haven’t gone nuts but it isn’t coming out right.

“I…have...stubbed my toe…phone…cut myself…everything going wrong...” I can tell neither one of them can understand me. Isaac takes a deep breath while Conner comes over to help me up.

He places me on the couch, wet ass and all, blubbering mess that I am. “Okay, Riley, we are going to try this again. Take a deep breath for me and please stop crying so you can tell us what happened.” Oh, sweet Conner. That just makes me cry harder. Is this normal? God I hope it is from the pregnancy hormones.

I try doing what Conner says while Isaac sits down on the other side of me. I think it takes me a good ten minutes to get my uncontrollable emotions in line.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea why I was crying so much. It seems that everything that could’ve gone wrong today has happened,” I tell them.

I tell them everything that happened, hoping it is just me having an off day. Once I’m finished telling about my horrible day, I look at Isaac. He’s laughing at me! I can’t believe him! Why is he laughing at me? I, for one, do not think my shitty day is funny. I smack him on his arm telling him, “This is not funny, Isaac! I’ve had the worst day and all you can do is laugh?”

Is he seriously still laughing? I look at Conner and, god damn it, he is laughing too! This is not funny! I groan and get up. I walk into our room and slam the door. How can the two people I care so much for think that this is funny? I think I had a melt down and all they want to do is laugh. Ugh! Men!

I toss my robe over the chair in our room. I have a wet ass and I am tired of this day. I’m changing when I hear a soft knock. I open the door, ready to tell Isaac and Conner where to shove it. They both have their hands held up in surrender. Good. I let them in and put on my shirt.

“Are you two done? Because if you want to laugh some more you can get the fuck out.” I cross my arms in front of my chest while Isaac tries to apologize.

“We are very sorry for laughing at you. It’s not that we were laughing because you were upset, we just thought it was funny at how you said it. Especially when you were insisting a voodoo curse was put on you.” I start to realize that I might have overreacted over that bit. Maybe.

“We are very sorry you had a bad day. We came home early because we got worried when you didn’t answer you phone or the hotel phone. Now we know why. Come here, Riley,” Conner commands me. I go to them without a second thought. They wrap me in their arms, rubbing my back and my hair. I feel the tension in my shoulders relax.

Now that I have a clear head, I know I overreacted. I am having a horrible day and I am sexually frustrated. I don’t think we have ever gone more than a day without having some sort of sexual encounter. It has been almost a week without any type of sexual contact from either of them.