“After the bride-to-be,” he said motioning toward the exit.
I stomped off in my heels. I could feel him following close behind me.
“Where are we going?” I whined following him to the bank of elevators.
He ushered me inside one and then turned to grin at me. “My suite.”
“Oh hell no!” I yelled, trying to hit the open door button but he blocked my way.
“You said you wanted to know why I am here. I will tell you, but I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Fine,” I grumbled and folded my arms over my chest.
When the elevator stopped on the top floor, we walked to the end of the hall. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see it was an opulent corner suite.
When he opened the door, I headed to the couch in the center of the large room and plopped down. I had walked a long way in my heels and all of my alcohol consumption was finally catching up to me.
“Here drink this.” He handed me a glass of water.
“Thank you.”
Jamieson poured himself another drink before sitting down on the couch next to me.
“Alright spill it. Why are you here?” I was sick of his avoidance tactics I wanted to know why he was basically stalking me in Vegas.
“It’s simple really. I made you a promise a while ago and this is me fulfilling that promise,” he said sipping his drink.
“Uhh…okay none of that explains anything so try again.” I clutched my forehead in confusion.
“What part was confusing?” He was being purposefully obtuse.
“Uh, all of it. What promise are you talking about?” I demanded.
Jamieson sighed letting out a deep breath. “The one I made you in the coffee shop over a year ago.”
I racked my brain trying to think what he promised me but my brain was too foggy to recall anything. “I don’t remember.”
He sighed again, this time I could tell it was in frustration. “Are you happy, Jenna?”
“Don’t change the subject, just answer my question,” I argued.
“I am. Just answer mine,” he growled.
“Fine! Yes I am happy. I’m engaged to a great guy and we are getting married.” I bit back at him.
“Do you love him?”
“Of course I do,” I volunteered quickly.
Jamieson didn’t say anything for a minute he just looked at me quizzically.
“What?” I asked.
“Do you really believe that?” He asked sharply.
“Um excuse me but who are you to judge my relationship? You’re an asshole.” I bit back.
“That may be true, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are lying to yourself right now,” he said, cocking his eyebrow at me.
“Whatever, this was a huge waste of my time.” I stood up to leave but Jamieson grabbed my arm stopping me.
“I’m sorry, please don’t go,” He pleaded, closing his eyes for a half a second. I could see he was silently chastising his own behavior.
Against my better judgment I sat down again and waited for him to say something that made some sense.
“That day at the coffee shop, I asked if you were happy. You didn’t say yes, you just asked what I would do about it. I knew before I even asked you the question you weren’t. You were pretending to be but you weren’t—”
“Jamieson…” I said his name at an attempt to protest but I couldn’t find the rest of the words to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him I was happy again but I just couldn’t.
“I know, Jenna. You’ve forgotten how connected we are, but I haven’t. I promised you that day that I would make sure you would be happy and I meant it. That’s what I’m doing here; I am keeping that promise to you.”
“It’s complicated,” I told him.
“I’m sure it is, but Jenna, it doesn’t have to be.” He gave me a small smile and covered my hand that rested between us with one of his own.
His touch ignited something in me and I immediately pulled back from him. “We can’t Jamieson, too much has happened. Things are different now.”
He tilted his head looking at the ground for a minute before turning to stare deep into my eyes. “I know too much has happened and I realize it was my fault. I know that, but I also know you don’t love this guy.”
“That’s not true I love Cain,” I replied defensively.
“No you don’t. You couldn’t possibly love him, because you still love me. I see it in your eyes, Jenna. You can’t deny it.”
I felt my face flush under his intense scrutiny. “I won’t deny I still have feelings for you, Jamieson but I am going to marry Cain. You and I had our chance and you unfortunately blew it,” I told him and I felt the tears begin to slide down my cheeks.
Jamieson eyes went round with concern and he gently cupped my face wiping my tears. “I will fix this, Jenna, just give me the chance to do so. I love you. I always have.”
I pulled out of his grasp and stood up. “I just can’t, I’m sorry.”
I barely made it to the door of his suite. I was so dizzy. My emotions were overwhelming me. I needed some fresh air so I could think and clear my head. I couldn’t love Jamieson. I couldn’t possibly love him again or was it that I had never really stopped?
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
It was the night before we were to leave for the Dominican Republic. Julian’s father had insisted on sending his private jet for us to travel in. I was all packed and ready to go. I couldn’t wait to get to the beach. Julian had informed us that we would be staying at his parent’s mansion on the water. We would be leaving first thing in the morning. Our friends had decided to go out, but Jamieson and I opted for quiet evening alone at home. We watched a movie and cuddled. It was absolutely perfect.
It had been a few weeks since the day at the winery when Jamieson told me he loved me. That day changed something in me. I was hopeful, truly hopeful about my life ahead. I no longer was living just day to day I was beginning to picture my life years in advance and in all of my premonitions, Jamieson was right by my side. I was in love with him and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
This moment was significant and I wasn’t even sure Jamieson realized it. Today was the day that marked the passing of our ninety days being married; we could now get a divorce if we wanted to. I knew my answer to that question, but I still wasn’t sure what his answer would be. He had not mentioned anything of our marriage since we had begun spending so much time together.
I decided today was the day to address it head on. After I got dressed this morning I opened up the red velvet Cartier box he had given me all those months ago. I slipped the stunning three stoned ring on my left hand with the matching wedding band and waited for the perfect moment to tell Jamieson I wanted very much to continue to be his wife, if he would have me.
Jamieson was laid lazily next to me on the couch, lightly brushing my arm. He trailed his hand up and down. Just the simplest touch from him sent shivers dancing across my body. I felt my cheeks flush from the contact. I lifted my hand to brush my hair away from my face. The light must have hit the gorgeous diamonds just right because Jamieson snatched my hand instantly seeing it.
“You’re wearing your ring?” He sat up next to me.
“Uh, yeah I decided to wear it today. I hope that is okay,” I told him nervously.
Jamieson didn’t say anything he just continued to hold my hand staring at the ring. I decided I should tell him why I was wearing it.
“Do you know what today is?” I asked him curiously.
His face snapped up to look at me. “No.”
“We have officially been married ninety days,” I announced with a hint of a smile.
“Jenna we need to talk—”
“No let me finish, Jamieson. I don’t want to get a divorce. I want to work on this. I love you and I know you love me. I want to be your wife.”
I watched as he realized what I was indicating and his face changed instantly into a frown. Maybe I had read this all wrong, maybe Jamieson didn’t want to be married.