2. Peyton

The entire time, I'm not even exaggerating, the entire freaking time Chance Adams has been touching me in one way or the other. Throughout the car ride, at the airport, on the plane, and even when we grabbed a hired car to get to the hotel we're staying at. His hand would be entwined with mine, or a hand would touch the base of my spine, and even my elbow if we were in bigger crowds.

Though Chance has another thing coming if he thinks I'll forgive him after one day. The dang man hasn't even apologized. Plus, he may have made me orgasm, but he didn't even kiss me. I think that's what burns my ass more than anything. A kiss, that's all I've dreamed about, before, during, and after our one and only time together.

"Thank goodness." The warmth and sun are like the balm to my soul. I'm already taking off my jacket, wanting to get out of my winter clothes and out to the beach as soon as possible.

"Hold your fire, woman, I'm don't really want the whole fucking hotel to see you stripping," Chance says beside me. This man, I'm not sure where this is coming from, and while part of me loves that he's possessive, the other part of me, let's just say I'm ready to tear into him.

"Jesus, Chance. It's not like I'm stripping down to my bra and panties. I'm taking my jacket and flannel off. It's too hot to wear all of this at once. Not all of us can walk around in what you are and not freeze when we're in Virginia," I huff out, finishing divesting myself of said clothes.

"Doesn't mean I have to like the attention you're attracting." I roll my eyes but whip my head around. Surely, he's lying. There's no way I'm garnering that much response.

"I highly doubt that." I see nothing out of the ordinary, honestly.

"Babe, there are two guys staring at your ass right now, and another staring at your tits. I'm a man. I know when a man is looking at a woman with desire in his eyes."

"Whatever." Though I tie my jacket around my waist and put my flannel shirt back on for the time being. I'm secure in my curves, but I really don't want someone ogling me either.

"Thankfully, she listens," he mutters. We make it to the check-in desk. I listen as Chance answers the concierge's questions. My ears perk up when she says we'll be staying in one suite that has two bedrooms.

"Um, Chance?" I try to get his attention. There's no way I'll be able to hold a grudge if he walks around half naked. I'm definitely not that strong. I clear my throat. He's already taken the two keys from the lady who checked us in.

"Yeah, babe?" This is something new, that and this man. It's as if Chance Adams has hit his head and it's knocked sense into him.

"Why are we sharing a suite? I'm pretty sure I told you that wasn't an option." My body turns towards his, anger bubbling up inside of me. I'm so completely fucked. I just told my sisters and Berkley what was happening. They laughed saying it's fate or kismet. Who really knows?

"Can this wait until we get to our room? I'd rather not have every Tom, Dick, and Harry eavesdropping on our conversation." Chance is looking over my head, gruffness plastered on his face. He seriously thinks someone is going to come steal me away from him. Doesn't he realize he already owns my heart, my whole heart at that? Not that I'm going to tell him, oh no. I want to see just how much he sweats this out. My devious plan is already coming together. Chance won't know what hit him when the time is right.

"Sure." I turn towards the elevator, wheeling my suitcase and putting a swing into my walk.

"Christ on a cracker," I hear him grumble, yet he's following me. I'm not sure what he's cursing about. My body or me agreeing so quickly.

"Are you okay? You seem a little hot under the collar," I ask once we're standing in the elevator, alone without onlookers lingering in our business.

"Woman, you've been busting my balls for a year now. I fucked up one time, one fucking time, and now you want to ask if I'm okay?"

"No way, you are not blaming me for that. You know what? I think this trip will do us some good. You stay on your side of the suite, and I'll stay on mine. I thought maybe you'd grow a pair and apologize. But nope. Not a Chance Adams. God forbid he apologize for fingerfucking me, leaving me, then calling it a mistake. You can fuck right off." The elevator dings. I grab the card from his hand and march to our room. My only thought is to get away from Chance. I seriously do not get paid enough to deal with his mood swings, and as much as I put on that coldhearted face day in and day out, I'm done. My emotional well has run dry.

"Fuck." That word seems to be on repeat coming from Chance. I find the door to our suite, slide the card in the reader, and push the door open. This place is ridiculously big. I was not expecting that to say the least. Honestly, a small room with a view and maybe a balcony with an ocean view is all I would have paid for. Apparently, Chance sprung the money for this place though. "I'll take the room on the right." I leave him to navigate towards the bedroom. After an early morning making sure everything was set for us to be closed this week, and then the flight, I'm tired. Mentally and emotionally. I look around what will be my home for the next week. It's soft in the tones from the walls to the bed linens, whimsical feeling, and definitely has a huge bed that dominates the room.

"At least I don't have to sleep on a tiny bed or share it with anyone." I put my suitcase on the stool that sits at the foot of the bed and start unpacking. The faster I get this done, the faster I'll be in my bikini down by the water and hopefully have a drink in my hand. And right now, that's the only thought I'm allowing to plague my mind. If I allow them to go any further, I'll only be going down the rabbit hole I've been trying to forget this entire time.

I thought for sure he would have at least talked about things beforehand, but judging by his manners in the elevator, nothing has changed, and I need to get that through my thick skull. I'll be damned if I allow Chance Adams to ruin my much-needed vacation.

Rowen and I went shopping a week before Christmas. Granted, most of it was online because there is literally nowhere in our hometown that is selling any kind of summer clothes or bathing suits. We were lucky when we saw the heatwave that was coming through the south east coast of South Carolina, otherwise, it would have been arctic here too. Rowen and I sprung for super-fast shipping and an array of clothing. Half of which didn't even fit. Damn sizing charts along with my abundance of tits and ass. The stuff that did fit was freaking amazing. Even Aspen was shocked. Hell, she sent clothes too, which is the norm for her. Anytime she gets extras or something isn't selling, we girls end up with her overflow, and I am not going to complain one bit.

I hurriedly discard my cold weather clothes and grab my bathing suit top. It's cute and black with bright splashes of pink throughout, complementing my skin color while also holding the girls up without breaking my neck. The bottoms are a bit on the cheeky side but still work for me.

"Peyton," I hear Chance through the door while he knocks.

"Ugh, I swear if he ruins the rest of my day, I'm going to choke him in his sleep." I open the door without bothering to put on a coverup. If he wants to be a pest, then he'll get what he gets.

"Yes, Chance?" I throw my attitude at him.

"Fucking hell, woman." Those words of his seem to always come out when I'm in his presence. I let him scan my body, allowing him to see exactly what he threw away. Even when he bites his bottom lip, I don't say one single word. I'm going to enjoy this, probably too much.