No one was home except for Beth, who happily informed him everyone had an emergency meeting with the wedding planner. Feeling deflated, he went upstairs and changed.
Not long afterward, Jay found himself in one of the restaurants of the Marcelo’s Hotel with Britney once again, who was even sexier now dressed in her sleek beige, strapless gown.
“Sweetie, you simply must meet Mr. Weatherson,” Britney said near his ear, giggling. “He’s such a darling.”
Jayden knew Britney had a bit too much to drink, and she had been giggling, clinging onto him, and touching him inappropriately.
“Perhaps another day, Britney,” he said, scanning across the room at the elegantly dressed guests. Most of them were powerful businessmen from around the States, and with them their wives. Oddly enough, he found it all very boring and dry.
He was talking to Mr. Weatherson and his wife about his trip to New Zealand and the things he had done there when he saw the two people he most wanted to avoid. His heart missed a beat and then thumped fast as he lapsed into silence.
“And?” Mr. Weatherson prompted, waiting for him to continue.
“Ah, you young men simply love danger,” Mrs. Weatherson said, shaking her head. “I couldn’t do it, you know. Heights—”
“I never want to go to New Zealand. Don’t even know where it is,” Britney slurred and started laughing loudly. When she stopped, she took another sip of her champagne. Then she glanced at Jay. “Darling? Is everything all right?”
Jayden nodded, still gazing at the couple on the other side of the room. Britney curiously looked in that direction and saw Sarah and Kyle.
“I had no idea Daddy invited them.”
A few seconds later, the couple reached them, and Britney said, “Sarah, darling.”
“Kyle,” Jay said, his voice a polite mask.
“Jayden,” Kyle replied, nodding his head stiffly.
Jay turned to Sarah. “How have you been?”
“Good, thank you,” she replied coldly.
“Who invited you?” Britney asked Sarah.
“Why, your father, of course, dear Britney.”
“Daddy should never invite the likes of you, darling,” Britney replied politely, her tone suggesting otherwise.
The tension among the four people was thick, and Jayden felt sick just being there. He wanted to leave immediately. “You two have a good evening,” he said and then turned away.
Britney toddled after him. “Jay, wait for me.”
“What a stupid woman,” Sarah said, glaring after them.
“And very sexy,” Kyle murmured.
“Disgusting,” Sarah said, shaking her head.
Kyle turned to look at her. “You want him back, don’t you?”
Sarah glared at him, clearly telling him it was none of his business.
“I saw the way you looked at him.”
“So? Yes, I want him back. I’m only playing hard to get. He’ll come back.”
“What if he doesn’t?”
“He’ll come back. He loves me,” Sarah said confidently.
“How do you know?”
“He’s still hurting when he sees us together. I can see it in his eyes,” she replied, staring off at Jayden, who was now standing on the other side of the room.
“Are we still together?” Kyle asked curiously.
“Yes and no.”
“Do you ever love a man for who he is, Sarah? Or do you love a man only because he’s bloody rich?”
“I believe that is none of your business,” she snapped.
“You only want him back because he’s a billionaire,” he snapped back.
“Better than you who’s going bankrupt, right? And you’d better not gamble away all my money, too. I won’t let you, you swine!” she hissed near his ear.
“Shut up,” Kyle growled.
“You know where you belong right now without me and Daddy? That’s right, on the streets. And your bed partner is that cleaning girl at Buon Appetito.”
“You’ve gone too far, Sarah,” he swore under his breath, his eyes dark and dangerous.
“Have I?”
Kyle gritted his teeth and stalked away. Sarah sipped her wine, half smiling and half sneering. She knew he was going to see that bitch Britney again. But what the hell could she do?
At first she had been jealous and angry after she found out Kyle had been sleeping with other women, Britney included. After a while, however, she turned cold toward him and couldn’t care less what he was doing. In fact, she broke up with him many times, but he kept crawling back. The fact was he’d be homeless without her. At least after the hot sex he had with Britney, he’d ask that woman for money to tide him over instead of coming to beg from her. She only gave him the bare minimum for his survival, of course. In their broken relationship, she was the one wearing the pants. To her, he was just an item, an accessory. And he was going to be useful for once for the plan she had to get Jayden back.
How she wanted Jayden back, and she couldn’t believe she had been so wrong about Kyle. She thought he was such a good catch, making billions of dollars with his companies. Only it was all a lie. Those weren’t his companies, but somebody else’s. In fact, he was only an employee and had stolen money to solve his gambling debt.
How she wanted Jayden back. Jayden had been the perfect boyfriend. He could have been the perfect husband if only Kyle didn’t tempt her with his smooth words and good looks. And yes, she admitted to herself, if not for the fact she cheated on him. But now, she vowed, she’d get him back, no matter the obstacles or consequences.
* * * * *
“Come on,” Britney said, dragging the reluctant Jayden along the hotel corridor. “You’re dragging your feet.” She laughed.
Jayden smiled politely as he followed her. Up on the top floor of the hotel, Britney unlocked the door of the penthouse with a swipe card. She leaned back against the slightly ajar door and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Come on in. What would you like for a drink?” she asked huskily, her lips near his as she moved her body ever so close to his, an invitation no man ever resists.
Jayden said, “It’s late, Britney,” and unwrapped her arms from his neck.
“But don’t you want to come in?” she asked, pouting her lips to full effect so he’d want to kiss her.
“No. You need your rest. Good night,” he said and turned to go. He walked into the elevator, and a few moments later, he was gone.
Britney growled and stomped her feet. Once she thought she had gotten her frustration out of her system, she turned on her heel, shoved the door open, and slammed it shut.
“You’re not getting very far with him, Britney,” a male voice said.
Britney threw her clutch on the sofa and tiredly dropped herself there. She propped her feet up. “Why does it have to be him, Daddy?”
“Now, you know very well why it has to be him. He has made more than a killing in these past years.”
“He’s so damn slow and tedious. I offered myself to him many times, but he hasn’t even yet taken the hint. He wouldn’t even kiss me just now.” She sat up straight as a thought suddenly struck her. “Do you think he’s gay, Daddy? Maybe that’s why he’s not interested in having sex with me.”