I Will Always Love You (Gossip Girl 12) by Cecily Von Ziegesar

Author:Cecily Von Ziegesar
Language: spa
Format: mobi
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2009-11-02T15:00:00+00:00

if you don’t know who you’re sleeping with, who does?

“Shut up!” Blair screamed, hitting the wall by her headboard on her way from the minibar toward her bed. She was on her fourth vodka soda refill and the couple in the room next door seemed to be on their fourth round of noisy, athletic sex. Blair had had enough. Even if they were on their honeymoon, didn’t they get tired? And hadn’t the Tribeca Star heard of soundproofing?

And doesn’t she have anything better to do than sit in her room and listen to them?

The noises in the next room subsided slightly. There. That was better. It was only ten o’clock, but Blair was exhausted. For the past twenty-four hours, she’d been holed up in her room. Nothing bad ever happened in the hotel room.

There’s a first time for everything.

Besides, what was the point of even trying anymore, Blair thought as she took a gulp of her drink, then hiccupped. She knew drinking away her sorrows wasn’t exactly ideal, but she didn’t want to face her gigantic shitstorm of a life right now. Her relationship was ruined. She hated Serena. Nate was just a dumb, horny boy, and the thing that sucked about that was that she’d known it for years. And she had no idea where the fuck she’d even live when she got back to Yale. Would she be homeless?

Maybe she should just move to another country and start all over again.

She drained the rest of her drink and switched out the light. Maybe if she lay still and focused on breathing in and out, she could at least fall asleep for a few hours. Then tomorrow would be a new day. She’d make herself leave the hotel, buy a pretty orange leather Hermès notebook, sit in Amaranth, order a vodka gimlet, and write a to-do list. She always used to make to-do lists for class, and they helped keep her on track. Maybe she’d also buy herself a bag from Hermès, just as a congratulatory present for making it through what was probably the worst winter vacation anyone had ever had.

Just as she was falling asleep, she was aware of the sound of the door clicking open. It was either Pete or a serial killer. And really, what did she have to lose either way?

Blair quickly adjusted the straps of her Cosabella tank top and folded her hands by her head, as if she’d just moved in her sleep. If it was Pete, she wanted him to see her sleeping sweetly. He’d soften and profess his love, thinking that she couldn’t hear. Then, he’d kiss her awake, like the prince waking Sleeping Beauty, and they’d live happily ever after.

And if it’s a serial killer?

Blair felt a warm hand on her hip, just above her La Perla boy-cut panties. She murmured slightly, nestling into the warm body settling in next to her. She smelled the scent of L’Occitane soap and a little bit of pot. As soon as she inhaled, a tingly feeling shot through her.

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