I stayed quiet the rest of the ride home. As soon as he stopped the car, I was grabbing my bag and jerking the door open. I just wanted to sleep for the next few days, forget he was going to Vegas—without me—and would be doing things that could put our relationship in jeopardy. There were plenty of brunettes in Vegas he could fuck all weekend long.
I was unlocking the door to the apartment building when Sin wrapped his arms around me from behind. “When I get back Sunday, I’ll pick you up. Be ready.”
“Monday will be better,” I countered. “You will be tired from your flight and partying all weekend.”
His lips pressed against my ear. “Be ready Sunday evening, Ro.”
“No. I’ll see you Monday.” Removing the key from the lock, I pulled away from him and pushed the door open. “Enjoy your trip,” I muttered, stepping inside.
“Ro,” he growled from behind me.
“Bye, Sin.”
By the time I got on the elevator, my head felt like it was about to split open. My throat was still burning, and I felt like I was freezing. Wrapping my arms around myself, I punched the number for my floor and closed my eyes.
As I stepped into the apartment, my phone lit up with a text message.
Sunday.
Rolling my eyes, I went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. There was a half-full bottle of NyQuil from when Genesis had a cold two weeks before. Grabbing it, I twisted off the top and swallowed a huge mouthful before recapping it.
Taking the bottle with me to my room, I tossed both it and my gym bag on my bed and stripped before going back to take a shower.
By the time I got back to my room, the NyQuil was doing its job, and I felt marginally better and was practically asleep on my feet. I face-planted on the bed and reached blindly for my phone.
There were no more texts from Sin, but Aubree had sent one.
You okay? You didn’t look so good when you left. Did you fight with Sin? Want me to come home?
Dashing at a few tears that were leaking from my eyes, I turned off my phone and tossed it on the floor. I didn’t want to talk to or see anyone, not even my soul sisters. I just wanted to sleep the entire weekend and forget this night.
Chapter 24
Roanna
The next time I opened my eyes, it took a few seconds to figure out why my entire body ached. I groaned as I turned over in bed, only to wish I hadn’t. My throat was on fire.
Whimpering at the pain, I pushed back my covers and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed.
Aubree wasn’t in her own bed, but there was proof she’d been there recent
ly. The covers were tossed back. She normally made it after she had breakfast, so I knew she’d come home the night before.
My head was pounding, and with my throat feeling the way it did, I knew I needed to get some prescription meds before I lost my voice and couldn’t sing next week. Groaning at the expense, because I didn’t have freaking insurance, I put on a pair of sweat pants and a thick hoodie and walked into the living room.
London and Aubree were sitting on the couch eating bowls of cereal, but their heads snapped up as I walked into the room.
“Fuck, babe!” Aubree was on her feet, her cool hand touching my brow. “You have a fever.”
I could only nod because it hurt too much to talk.
“Give me five minutes, and we’ll take you to the urgent care.”
London was already running into her shared room with Genesis. “Get up, lazy ass. Ro needs to go to the doctor.”
“What’s wrong with her?” I heard the other Blonde slur seconds before I heard someone trip over something. “Shit! London, you filthy pig. Pick up your dirty clothes, and put them in the hamper. I nearly broke my fucking neck.”
“Too bad you didn’t,” London snapped.