Promise, Love & Baby is coming out next week!!! Ahh! Because I love you all, I’m sharing another teaser, and let me tell you, this one is a juicy one!
Brace yourself! Here we go:
*** Sunday Night Teaser from PROMISES, LOVE & BABY! ***
Half an hour after landing in Milan, Italy, I was standing in front of the beautiful Four Seasons Hotel. I was buzzing with excitement and grinning from ear to ear like a love-sick teenage girl. I really hadn’t realized how much I’d missed Jackson in the last day and a half since we’d been apart because of his business trip. It wasn’t until I was sitting on the plane from Naples to Milan that it’d dawned on me that ever since we’ve been engaged, we haven’t been apart for longer than twenty-four hours. In the past, I’d always took some days off work and went along with him on his business trips and treated it as a mini-vacation.
I pulled out my iPhone and quickly texted Jackson that I was pulling up to the hotel. Before I put away my phone, I reread his last text to me and couldn’t hold back my giddiness: I know it’s only been a day, but I miss you so much, baby. I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow to see you. Why don’t you take the next flight out to Milan and come spend the night with me? I’m at the Four Seasons. Room #59.
“Buonasera signora,” the doorman greeted me with a smile as he opened the ornate glass door that led into the grand hotel lobby.
“Buonasera,” I responded softly as I tried my best to mimic his pronunciation of the word.
The concierge at the front desk looked up as I walked in and greeted me.
“Buonasera, I … uhhh … my husband is staying here, and he’s expecting me.” I decided to give up any hopeless attempt to at Italian and hoped the concierge knew enough English to understand me.
“No problem, madam. Can you tell me your husband’s name?” she asked in perfect English as she smiled at me brightly.
I let out a sigh of relief and grinned back. “Pierce. Jackson Pierce.”
I heard her fingers moving across her keyboard as she searched for Jackson’s name. “Ahh, yes. Here he is. Mr. Jackson Pierce. Would you like me to call him to let him know you’re here.”
“No, that’s okay. He’s expecting me.”
“Very well, madam. He’s in room—”
“—Thanks, I know what room,” I chimed in quickly, already heading toward the hallway leading to the suites. I knew I was being silly—and probably rude for cutting her off—but I could hardly wait another second to see him.
Just then, as if to share in my excitement to see Jackson, I felt a small kick inside my stomach. I giggled and gently rubbed my round belly.
“We’ll be with daddy soon,” I crooned.
When I was finally standing in front of the door marked fifty-nine, I quickly brushed through my hair and straightened my shirt before knocking on the door.
I heard a movement inside and then footsteps approaching the other side of the door. I inhaled deeply in anticipation and smiled as I heard the door knob turn.
But when the door swung opened, the smile immediately vanished from my face. My chest tightened and I was unable to breathe as my whole body was paralyzed in place. It wasn’t Jackson standing at the opening of the door. It was the last person I’d ever expected to see.
There, no more than two feet away, was Amber—the Amber who had picked on me since we were in first grade, the Amber who had made parts of my childhood a nightmare, the Amber who had always looked down on me like I was dirt under her shoe.
“Oh! I didn’t know you were coming,” she said cooly. There was a smirk on her face as she stood there, wearing nothing but a crisp white buttoned-up dress shirt that left very little to the imagination as it framed against her curves.
I watched as she slowly brushed through her gold locks. To my horror, my gaze caught the gold embroidered initials J.P. on the cuff of the dress shirt. My stomach lurched as I realized that this was the same dress shirt I’d helped Jackson pack yesterday morning.
Suddenly, the images from over a decade ago flooded into my consciousness—the images of seeing Jackson and Amber’s bodies intertwined together as they had sex in Jackson’s bed in college.
“W—where’s Jackson?” I finally stammered out as I fought with all my strength to hold back my tears. No matter what happened, I refused to give Amber the satisfaction of seeing my tears.
“I’m pretty sure he’s fast asleep,” Amber said with a wry smile as she turned her head slightly to motioned to the dark room behind her. “Do you want me to wake him up?”
I couldn’t seem to respond as I watched her smile back at me triumphantly.
Is this really happening? Is this real? Or am I just having a nightmare? I heard myself cry out inside.
But I knew the answer to that question.
It was real. The crushing ache inside my chest was too painful for this to be anything but real.
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