[Sequel to Infatuated]
𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆.
Charlotte is headed into her third year at Columbia University on her way to become one of her generation's best writers. With wedding bells ringing for h...
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There's a knock on the door and River is still in the bathroom getting ready.
"I'll get it," I announce.
Vincent stands on the other side of the door when I open it. "Oh, hey. Let me just get my purse and tell River I'm leaving."
"Sure thing. I'll just be out here," he says. He leans against the open door crossing his arms over his chest.
I walk into the bathroom where River is fixing his hair in the mirror. "Hey, Vincent just got here. I'm heading out now, guess I'll see you right after?" I say, watching his reflection in the mirror.
He looks at me with a small smile on his face, there's not a trace of jealousy or insecurity. That's just how he is, even if he had been cheated on in the past, he knew how important it was to just communicate. "Yeah just call me if you need anything and most of all just be careful out there."
"We won't be long," I say, reassuring him. I give him a quick kiss on the lips and rush out the door not wanting to make Vincent wait any longer.
"Ready?" Vincent asks as I head out of the hotel room, shutting the door behind me.
I had my purse with my essentials and the room key. "Yeah, I'm ready."
I didn't dress too fancy tonight. I thought it would be more fitting to dress somewhat casual, but not too casual that it would make me feel out of place in case we did go somewhere fancy looking. I was wearing a plain black summer dress with some sandals.
Vincent was dressed pretty casual with his dark jeans and a long sleeve shirt. His sleeves rolled up as always. It wasn't like him to not have them not rolled up.
"Where are we going?" I ask. We left the hotel and we're making a short walk to the valet stand where a hotel worker was parking the cars.
"I had to rent a car since it's in the middle of the city. It's a bit of a drive if you can handle it," he says, a teasing tone in his voice.
"You should know by now that the distance doesn't bother me," I say, raising an eyebrow.
He looks at me with a grin, fully knowing what I meant by that. He walks over to the valet driver and the worker disappears to the parking lot where all of the cars are parked for the hotel guests.
A dark blue Jeep without the doors intact, rolls up. "A Jeep? I was sure you would've rented out a fast sports car."
"I'm out with the sports car and into bigger cars now. The countryside changed something in me."
"What, so your car is collecting dust now?" I ask, climbing into the Jeep.
"I sold it," he says with a small grin on his face.
"What? You sold it? But you loved that car." I furrowed my brows at the thought of him selling his car. Was it because he needed the money?
"I did and I figured that it didn't fit in with the environment. It gave me bad looks in town and it was kind of loud. I wasn't really into the idea of strolling into town with the loudest car in the block and receiving dirty looks," he says, climbing into the driver's seat, "plus I had to help Daisy load up all kinds of groceries from town and I could only do that with a truck. So I sold the car to a shop that pulled it apart and got myself a truck."
