“I’m your husband, and I should know what you’re doing.”
I was hoping to get away without having to go over the party detail by detail because he wasn’t going to be happy when he heard what I had planned. This could be the start of a huge fight.
“Please have a seat, Mr. Black, while I explain to you the details of Peyton’s bachelorette party. You will in no way say a word or comment on the upcoming events. There will be no arguments, no harsh words, and I forbid you to become jealous. If you decide you want to start an argument, then you’ll be cut off from sex for a very long time. This is my best friend’s party and I’m putting everything sexy into it before she gets married. It’s what we women do, and if you can’t trust me, your wife, who loves you more than life, then you need to go and see your therapist.”
He sat there, with his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap, and stared at me as I finished my last sentence. “Okay, and the same goes for you.”
After he said that, I started to get a little worried and a sick feeling crept inside my stomach. But I wasn’t going to let him know that. He didn’t know what I had planned, and I didn’t know what he had planned. We were both going to do our own thing and trust each other. I knew how much he loved me and he knew how much I loved him.
“Okay, fine,” I said as I faked a smile.
He got up from the couch, kissed me, and said he had some plans to confirm. I knew he did it on purpose because it was killing him that he didn’t know what I had planned, so he was trying to get back at me. I told him that I’d be upstairs in a bit after I finished my painting. Connor’s mom and dad were taking care of Julia for the weekend because Mason and Landon were joining the bachelorette party.
***
The next morning, I awoke before Connor. We had dropped off Julia at his parents’ house last night and then we had sex all over the penthouse, taking advantage of the fact that Julia wasn’t here to interrupt us. While I stood in front of the mirror, I put my blonde hair up in a high ponytail. As I brushed my teeth, Connor stood in the doorway of the bathroom in nothing but his pajama bottoms, with his muscular arms against the doorframe.
“What?” I smiled.
“Nothing. I’m just admiring your beauty before we part ways in a couple of hours.”
I spit in the sink and rinsed my mouth before walking over to him and placing my hands on his bare and sculpted chest.
“I hate the fact that we aren’t going to see each other until tomorrow.”
“I know. Me too,” he said as he held my face and kissed my lips.
“So, what are your plans?” I asked casually.
“I’m not telling you a thing. You’re so secretive about your party, so I’m being secretive too.”
“You do realize you sound like a baby, right?”
“Yes, but only your baby,” he whispered as he licked behind my ear and then slapped me on the ass.
I giggled as I packed the last of the things I needed for the party. When Connor was done showering and getting dressed, he grabbed my bag and we took the elevator down to the parking garage, where two limos were waiting for us.
“Your limo, my love,” Connor said as he opened the door.
“Thank you, darling.” I smiled.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. “Be careful, behave, and be safe.”
“Don’t worry, Connor, I’ll be fine. You do the same.”
“I love you, Ellery.”
“I love you, Connor,” I said as I got in the limo and we pulled away.
***
We picked up Mason and Landon, since they lived around the corner, and then we picked up Peyton and the other girls in the wedding party. Peyton was wound up and ready to get the party started. She didn’t have any idea of what I had planned. In fact, nobody did, not even Mason.
“Okay, bestie, tell me what’s on the agenda for today and tonight and why we had to pack an overnight bag!”
“You’ll see when we get there.” I smiled.
The limo pulled up to the curb of the Waldorf Hotel and all eyes grew wide.
“Elle, what did you do?” Mason asked.
I smiled as the driver opened the door and we all stepped out of the limo. “Our day starts here,” I said.
As we walked through the doors of the hotel, we were instantly greeted by the concierge. “Mrs. Black, welcome to the Waldorf.”
“Thank you,” I said as the bellhop took our bags and led us to the elevator. When we reached the Presidential Suite, I put the card key in the slot and opened the door.
“Look at this fucking place!” Peyton squealed.
“I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” Mason said as he looked around the suite.
“I have hairstylists and makeup artists for each of us coming in to do our hair and make up for tonight.” I smiled.
“Shut the fuck up!” Peyton screamed as she threw her arms around me.