When Everything Fails (De Chavez #2)

CHAPTER THIRY-FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

AFTER WE toured the city of LA, we wrapped ourselves with a comforter in our hotel room. We checked in to a presidential suite with astounding tapestry draped over the window and a breathtaking panorama of the skyscrapers was overlooked by the glass wall just in front of the bed. Darkness rolled in, only the faint light that came from the outside spilled in from the open balcony where the wind barged in with coldness in the promise of the peaceful night.

I looked at Kei who was perusing something on his iPad. I asked him an hour what he was busied at but he just shrugged off and put his attention all on me. When we finished our dinner, I took a shower and went to bed only to find him all busy with the thing on his device again. But I didn't ask for any word nonetheless.

I wrapped my arms around his solid waist as I nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He smelled so good, cinnamon and mint. His fingers were combing languidly through my hair and I couldn't help but purr like a fucking kitten. This was the vacation they talked about— a vacation where you can relax and all the burdens had been left and neglected for a while.

Never in my life did I ask for anything aside from having my Mother back or defeating this man I was tangled with right of the moment. But right now, I prayed hard for the time to stop so I could spend more time with him. Every tick of the clock meant the time with him was shortening— which was making my heart shrink a bit and my stomach twisted awfully. I should stop thinking about this one, I chided myself. I turned off my phone to avoid any messages from my Father or my PA or manager. The last thing I wanted to happen was to interrupt this temporary haven I shared with Kei in California.

"Are you ready tomorrow? You'll see your idol perform live..." Kei murmured as he resumed stroking my arm using the rough pad of his thumb.

That stoked the fire between us. I snuggled closer to him as if I was seeking more contact. God, I loved to be close to this man. I seemed right and perfect and overwhelming. The distinctive pattern of my breath was always making me dizzy.

"I can't wait for tomorrow..." I mumbled. It was half a lie— because that meant the time I had with him had waned and I'll be back to the hell hole I dug for myself, "How about you, are you excited about meeting your relatives in Reno?"

A heavy sigh slipped out of his lips as he turned off his iPad and placed it on his bedside table. His hand slithered down to my waist to scoot me closer to him, now my head was resting onto his chest. I could hear and feel the aggressive thud of his heart. Every time I was this close with him, the ramification of what I was doing set aside, and I was all consumed with the torturously fantastic notion of love. I felt my stomach curdled as the thought roamed in my mind.

"They are excited to meet you," he whispered near my ear, the hot breath he exuded sent tingles to chase up to my spine.

However, despite the heat that crackling in every nerve endings in my body, I feigned an excited expression over the fact that his relatives were excited to meet me. It was different when it came to Kei. Never did I care about people if they gave a slice of their partiality or they just gave a heat of their annoyance to me. But when it came to Kei de Chavez, I wanted to be perfect to the eye of his family. I wanted them to see that I was perfect for this man.