Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I gasp, rolling off the bed and touching my hair. “What? Oh, Calvin, why did you do that?” I run
into the bathroom and see my hair is a bit of a mess. Not a complete catastrophe, but as expected, I
look like someone who just woke up from a nap. “Oh, my pretty hair. Monique worked so hard on it.”
“You look beautiful,” Calvin says dismissively, coming up behind me and encircling my waist
with his strong arms. “It’s just a party. Our party, in fact. You can be as late as you please.”
“The one time you’re considerate,” I say, shaking my head.
His eyes glitter with amusement. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll promise to never do it again.”
I sigh at him, peeling his arms off me and making my way out of the bedroom. “Did Marie have
dinner?” I ask him as we enter the hallway. “I didn’t feed her earlier, I was going to do it before
everyone got here.”
“Yes, I made sure to feed Marie.”
“Your friends must think I’m a lazy bum, napping instead of greeting them.”
“They think no such thing. Relax, everything is fine. Well, not Charity, she’s in a bad mood, but
now you’re here, so I’m sure she’ll cheer up.”
The lights have been dimmed for our engagement party, the room decked out in shades of silver
and midnight blue. I never even talked with the party planner, so I guess Calvin picked the shade.
He’s dressed in a midnight blue suit to match me with silver accents.
That reminds me, I forgot to slip on the glittery Jimmy Choo pumps he put out for me to wear
with this dress. I’m barefoot—that explains why I’m so comfortable—so I turn around and quickly
make my way back to the bedroom.
When I come back out with my glitter silver heels on, I look around the room. Calvin is standing
over where an intimate lounge area has been set up. There’s a couch that isn’t ours under a canopy of
dark blue chiffon. Beside it is an end table with champagne chilling in a gold ice bucket.
A handsome man with dark hair and unforgiving eyes sits on the couch, taking up every bit of it.
There are three cushions, but he sits in the middle and his aura takes up so much space, no one bothers
to sit next to him.
lap.
At least, that’s what I think at first, but then a girl in a tight purple dress flits over and sits on his
Oh.
Okay.
We’re lapsitting.
That’s cool.
The funny thing is, it’s like his thigh is a rock and he didn’t even notice her slight weight. He