Memories

×KENZIE×

"Wow." Was the only word I could utter as I looked around in awe.

We arrived at the hotel and I was extremely overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of it.

Downstairs, the foyer was completely golden and bronze.

The room I stood in was a beautiful beige color with intricate gold detailing painted on the walls.

There was a small living room area with two cozy but expensive-looking sofas, and to the right, there was a slightly raised area with a hot tub. There was a door leading off to what I presumed was the bedroom and bathroom.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Wyatt asked from behind me.

"I think I'm speechless."

He walked past me and dropped down into a sofa, lifting his legs up to rest his feet on the white table which caused me to cringe slightly.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything quite as stunning as this."

"You'll get used to it in this line of business."

I doubted that very much. How could anyone ever get used to this?

"Would you like a drink?" He asked me, snapping me from my thoughts.

"When is the meeting?"

"Tomorrow morning. For now, you can enjoy yourself and relax. I knew you would need it after the flight."

I went over to sit on the empty sofa, feeling somewhat out of place in the fancy room.

"It's so pretty."

"It is. My mother designed it."

I snapped my head to him, "She did?"

"Yes," he nodded, taking his tie off, "I inherited it from her."

I blinked a few times, "You own this hotel?"

"Yes." He said in a tone that suggested it was obvious.

"Wow. Is there anything you don't have?"

His eyes suddenly bore into me, "I can think of one thing."

My cheeks heated and I looked away from him, "Anyway, I'm pretty jet lagged, I think I should get some rest."

"Have something to eat and at least one drink with me."

I knew it was a bad idea, but I agreed.

"I'll call room service." He went over to the phone and made a call.

I looked down at my hands, I had a strange feeling today. It was almost like nostalgia.

In all the years since my split with Caleb, I never wished for that time back.

Until now. I found myself missing how things used to be with Wyatt and me.

Before that night that changed everything.

It was that night that caused all of this. We had been so close at a time.

And now it just felt different.

"Are you okay?"

I looked up into Wyatt's worried eyes, "I'm fine. I'm just thinking about the past."

"Why?"

I shrugged, "Sometimes I wish things didn't have to change. I miss how things used to be."

"You miss Caleb?"

I shook my head, "No, I don't think so."

"Ah." His face showed understanding.

There was a knock at the door and Wyatt went over to bring in the room service.

He wheeled the tray over to me.

"Help yourself."

I nibbled on the salmon before reaching for a drink.

"What do you miss?"

"Can we not do this now?"

"Sorry. But I ask because I miss it too. Things were easier before I fucked it all up."

"We fucked it up. I didn't exactly push you away."

He frowned, "Why didn't you?"

I looked away, my cheeks heating at his words.

Why didn't I?

{PAST}

I was crying in the bathroom when Wyatt came in and kissed me.

I knew he thought I was crying because my heart was broken. But the truth was I was crying because I knew it all along.

I knew Caleb had been cheating for months, but I was too embarrassed to admit it. So I stayed.

I didn't want my relationship to go down the drain in such an embarrassing way.

But here we were.

I felt like I wasn't good enough. Or maybe I was too plain and boring. Not pretty enough.

It hurt, but I knew I had stopped loving Caleb a while ago.

"What's wrong with me? What do they have that makes them good enough? Why can't I be good enough?" Even as I asked Wyatt this question, I knew the answer. I just wasn't flashy and fancy enough for Caleb.

"Kenzie," he lifted my face to his, "Baby, you are perfect. He's just too dumb to see it."

I shook my head, "You're just saying that."

And then he kissed me.

It was gentle at first, and I couldn't believe it was really happening, his hand lightly on my chin.

But I grasped at the front of his shirt and pulled him closer as I deepened the kiss. I could taste whiskey against his tongue as he wrapped his arms around me tighter.

When he pulled away he searched my eyes, and I knew he was worried.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

"Wyatt, I wasn't complaining."

His eyes widened slightly as if he was shocked that I wasn't pushing him away.

What I did next was completely out of character for me. I figured it was due to the drinking I had done previously.

Getting to my feet slowly, I kept my eyes on him.

He stayed on the floor, watching me in a mix of suspense and excitement.

I reached my hands down, grasping the hem of my dress before pulling it over my head and dropping it aside in one movement.

"Fuck." He breathed out as his eyes roamed my body.

I was wearing a red matching set of underwear, nothing fancy, but the way Wyatt looked at me made me feel like I was wearing the best-looking set in the world.

He got to his feet, placing his hands on my shoulders, "Kenzie," his voice held a heavy tone of warning, "This is extremely hard for me. You don't want to do this."

I lifted my arms around his neck, "I do. I want you."

{PRESENT}

Wyatt was staring at me intently.

I didn't stop him because I didn't want to stop him.

I took another sip of alcohol, "Wyatt, we aren't having this conversation."

"Okay."

My phone rang and I sighed, it was Axel.

"Hi," I answered, my eyes going to Wyatt.

"Hey, did you land safely?"

"Yes. Sorry, I was going to call, but I was just getting settled first."

"Okay. How is it in London?" He asked.

"Very pretty." I felt awkward speaking with Axel when I had just been thinking of Wyatt and what had happened between the two of us.