Til Death Do Us Part (Vegas Vows #6) - Harlow Layne Page 0,2
Camilla glared at her.
Everly scrunched her forehead up. “That’s not rude. I was simply stating a fact.” She turned to me. Her luscious tits were about to spill out of her top when she crossed her arms over her chest. “Did I offend you?”
“I personally was not offended in the slightest, but I have to say not all people from Sweden are tall, nor are they all blond. In fact, one of my brothers has black hair.”
I shot a glance at Jordan as we boarded the elevator and he shook his head, letting me know that Everly didn’t know who my brother or brothers were, which I appreciated. Not that I expected to see her much after the wedding, but I didn’t want to field questions about my brother the whole time.
Everly’s brows rose almost to her hairline as she stood on the other side of the elevator facing me. “Have you ever considered that the brother with the black hair was adopted or has a different dad?”
“Now that is rude,” Camilla shoved her friend with her shoulder and scowled.
I laughed because we always loved to joke with Liam about how he didn’t look like the rest of us when in fact he did. It was only his hair color that made him stand apart.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, and it won’t be the last time either.”
The elevator dinged, and we all rushed out. I was hoping our relaxation time would chill out the mood of the group, or more importantly, Jordan and Camilla.
“All of our rooms are on the same floor, but apart. I hope that’s okay. I didn’t think anyone wanted to hear what everyone else is doing, if you know what I mean.” He wagged his brows while the smirk on his face grew.
“Oh yeah, I don’t want to hear that at all. Ew,” Everly turned and held out her hand for her keycard.
Jordan gave us each our keys and pulled Camilla down the hall in the opposite direction. “Let’s meet down at the pool for lunch and drinks in say,” he looked down at his watch and then back up, “thirty minutes.”
“You’re losing your touch if that’s all it takes,” I shot back and looked to see which way my room was.
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about your own dick. When was the last time you got some?” he yelled before he disappeared around a corner.
“Asshole,” I muttered.
“Are they usually like this together?” Everly asked as she caught up to me.
“In college, they were, or at least when I went to school with them. I’ve been gone for a year and I thought…actually, I thought they might have broken up, but when Jordan called me saying he wanted me to be here for his wedding and he was marrying Camilla, I assumed they’d be better.”
“Well, you know what they say when you assume, don’t you?”
“I do, but why get married if you’re always going to be fighting? I don’t want that when I get married.”
“Maybe it’s the awesome makeup sex they have or maybe…I don’t know. I’m not that well versed in relationships to say.” She held up her keycard. “This is me. What number are you?”
“1430,” I flashed her the number on my envelope as I took in her room number of 1425. “I’ll see you in thirty, downstairs.”
First things first. When I stepped inside my hotel room, I stripped my clothes off and threw them in the corner. They felt diseased after the plane ride where someone had been coughing almost the entire flight. I’d be lucky if I wasn’t sick in a couple of days.
Wanting to wash the grime of the trip off of me, I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I waited for the water to heat up, I found a pair of swim trunks, a pair of flip-flops, and a t-shirt to wear down to the pool before I hopped into the warm water and let it wash away my morning.
Drying off, I tried to rush, knowing everyone was likely waiting on me. I’d stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, trying to get my body under control. I couldn’t be out at the pool sporting a semi for the world to see.
A soft knock had me looking over my shoulder. It was too early for housekeeping to be coming by.
“Sorry, your door was open…” Everly stopped in the middle of my hotel room floor and