Page 14 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
“Where do you think I’ve been? Trying to sleep off a hangover.”
“You disappeared from the bar last night. We kept calling you.”
“Yeah, my phone was on silent.”
“Where the fuck did you go? Killian and Aidan said you saw some chick you wanted to bang.”
I clenched my jaws tightly. I was sure Marley could hear it. Not that it mattered. She and I both knew what the point of last night was.
I pushed my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
“Yeah, and I got caught up,” I replied.
“Got caught up in her? Do you even hear yourself?” Brendan chuckled.
I didn’t often want to punch any of my brothers in the face, but right then I did.
He must have noticed the look on my face and he dropped his voice low.
“Is she in there?”
I didn’t reply.
“Fuck off. You’ve got a girl in there? She spent the night?” He brought a clenched fist up to his mouth and tried to hold back the laughter. “The others need to hear about this.”
“Why are you here, Brendan?” I growled at my brother.
He tried to look over my shoulder again before he gave up. I was pretty sure Marley was hiding. Probably under the bed.
“We’ve all been waiting on you. You missed the fuckin’ breakfast buffet. You’re the one who planned this weekend, so what’s next?” Brendan genuinely looked a little impatient now.
Also, he had a point.
This was supposed to be about Killian. And even though I made last night about fucking Marley, I needed to get my head screwed back again.
“Yeah, I know. Fuck. Give me an hour. I’ll be down.”
“An hour? It's noon. You know how Aidan and Nolan get around lunchtime. Also, you look absolutely terrible.”
“Which is why I need the hour. Now get out of here and keep your mouth shut about everything else.”
Brendan snickered because he could see how annoyed I was, and how hungover.
“Fine, yeah, I’ll hold the fort for an hour. After that, you owe the rest of them an explanation. Have fun,” he said as he walked away. From the smile on his face, it was obvious he was sure there was a chick in my room. I couldn’t deny it.
I locked the door and turned to find Marley in the corner of the room, trying to mesh into the wall because she didn’t want to be seen.
“This is such a mess,” she murmured.
And she wasn’t wrong.
Nine
Marley
Why did he have to look this freakin’ hot? His eyes smoldered as he stared at me with his hands on his hips, his shoulders wide and strong. He had the most chiseled torso I had ever seen. Six pack abs and a flat stomach. No wonder I’d spent the night in his hotel room. I couldn’t even blame my drunken self for getting married to this guy. At least I picked a sexy one.
I couldn’t recall most of the previous night. The memories came in flashes and then disappeared immediately. The sex was good, that much I remembered—or was it just my drunken haze?
He stood near the door, glaring at me.
I hadn’t heard any of the conversation he had or with whom. I didn’t even know what he was doing in Las Vegas when he said he was from New York.
“Do you think you’re feeling better now?” he broke the silence.
I felt a rush of anger rise and then fade. I was trying my best to be mad at him—the same way I was mad at everyone at the precinct. After all, he was just a man like the rest of them, right?
Except, I couldn’t stay mad at him. There was something about him that calmed me right down. Maybe he knew it too. This was a guy who was self-confident in his own charm.
“I just want this to be over. I have a lot of…shit going on in my…personal life.” I tried to be as vague as possible with him. The truth was, I didn’t want to deal with this disaster in the middle of having a mental breakdown at work.
Moreover, I wasn’t lying when I told him I never wanted to be married.
That had always been one of my life-rules.
Colin walked towards me, and immediately, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. His proximity did that to me. All I could think about right then was how hot it would be if he pushed me against the wall and took me.
But he didn’t.
Sex wasn’t on his mind. And it shouldn’t have been on mine either.
“Why don’t you go have a shower. It might help you relax. We can take it from there,” he suggested.
Damn. That was an excellent suggestion. Why didn’t I think of it?
At that moment, having a shower felt like the best idea. Maybe I’d be able to think straight after it.
I nodded and he even smiled. I wasn’t expecting his smile to have that effect on me, but a part of me wobbled. I could have stared at him smiling like that forever. He was just too handsome. Those tattoos on his chest were too sexy. What was happening to me?
