Torn Between Two: The Torn Duet by Mia Kayla

Author:Mia Kayla [Kayla, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MAM Books LLC
Published: 2017-01-20T18:30:00+00:00

The banging on the door woke me from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes and jumped to a sitting position.

My watch said ten o’clock. “Omigod!” I leaped from the tub and opened the door, surprised that I hadn’t tripped over my own feet.

Tilton’s seven-foot frame stared me down, his face stoic.

“I missed my flight,” I said, my pulse beating in my throat.

By the look on his face, he already knew. His response? He turned around and walked out of the room. Typical Tilton move.

When a strangled-animal sound came from behind me, I turned. Hawke was hunched over and had his hands over his eyes. I approached at a slow pace.

With one eye open and the other one squinted, he stared up at me. “Morning, Sunshine.” His crooked smile made an appearance, even through his hangover pain.

“I missed my flight.”

He stood, still shirtless. The sunlight coming in through the window highlighted the black art against his toned tan chest. He stepped out of the tub, rubbed his face, and said, “I’ll call in the jet.”

“Aren’t you guys leaving today?”

They were going to head on to their next leg of the tour—London.

“Another jet,” he answered, reaching for his phone in the back of his pocket.

And, just like that, my crisis was averted. Money knew no limits.

The next hour moved like we were on fast-forward. Hawke had scheduled the jet to leave at the same time they would be leaving from Paris—Le Bourget, the private airport we had flown into. There was nothing for me to pack. Everything I had brought was in my one large backpack.

When I exited the bathroom and stepped into our suite, my eyes widened, taking in the scene. I had expected a trashed hotel room, given the amount of people partying and jumping on the bed last night, but no, the place was immaculate. In our room, the bed was made, and all the pillows were placed where they should be. Fresh flowers were back on the tables. The only remnants of last night were five large garbage bags in the foyer.

Chaos followed these boys everywhere, but I guessed there was damage control trailing right behind them.

Cofi strolled into the room, followed by AJ, the bass guitarist, and Max the lead guitarist.

“Sunshine, you ready for London?” Cofi asked.

“No, she’s going home.” Hawke shut him down quick as he bent down to zip up his suitcase. “She’s leaving when we leave.”

“Are you bored with Hawke already?” The guys laughed behind Cofi. “Because, if you need a change of scenery…”

Hawke jerked upright and shoved at Cofi’s chest. “Quit it. Let’s go.”

The action was so sudden, I flinched.

Hawke grabbed my hand in a possessive manner—one that had my insides singing because, for a moment, I felt like I belonged to only him.

The boys trailed behind Hawke, and once we hopped back into the limo, the chaos of the crowd erupted again. I swore, these fans never took a day off. Police cars surrounded us and escorted the limo the rest of the way to the airport.

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