Presley

I look around the luxury room I was led to by the hotel's manager, Sawyer. I recall seeing him wearing a badge with that name. A massive bed which is more than enough for two people takes up the middle of the room. In front of it is a huge plasma tv with two sets of tall speakers on either side. There's even a small work table in a corner with a table lamp. A mini fridge sits next to the coffee table and couch. Placed on the coffee table is a rechargeable kettle along with two tea cups and a basket of sugar and tea packets.

The luxurious white marble tiled bathroom is almost as big as the room. It has a separate showering area with an enormous bathtub, and a separate door leads to a toilet. The granite counter on one side of the sink contains different types of soaps, shampoos, conditioners, body lotions, bath bombs, bubble baths and a small makeup set and a toiletry bag while the other side contains a black hairdryer.

This is way more than I could ever afford. I know I should have said no to Deon, but it seemed as if he really wanted me to stay, and I couldn't deny the lifetime opportunity of staying at an opulent hotel.

Marissa instructed Deon and I, as well as Maddy and Tyler not to sleep in the same room, but my friends being—well them—didn't give a shit.

A knock on the door interrupts me from my thoughts. "Come in!" I call.

"I can't. You need to open the door from inside," comes Deon's distant voice from the other side of the door. Oh.

I walk to the door and pull it open. Deon stands outside, his signature smile etched on his face. Now freshly showered and changed into a pair of white shorts and a grey t-shirt with his silky hair disheveled, he looks so damn cute I want to cuddle him. In his hands is a small pile of clothes.

"At what time are you going to sleep? It's almost ten thirty now," Deon says when I gesture for him to come inside.

"In a little. But, I first need to go get some clothes to change into," I say, sitting down on the bed.

"About that," Deon lets out a small laugh, sitting on the bed next to me. "The manager said the salesman at the souvenir shop had to leave early due to some emergency, and the shop is closed. So um...I brought you some clothes I usually keep here at the hotel," he says, handing me the pile of clothes he brought.

"Oh okay," I say at a loss of words, smiling. "Thanks, I guess. Wait. What about my grandparents? Maddy? Tyler?"

"Don't worry about it. Mom took care of everything."

I narrow my eyes at him.

He grins. "Trust me."

And I do. Instantly.

A knock on the door distracts us.

"That must be our dinner. I told them to bring my food to your room. I hope you won't mind," Deon says, walking over to the door.

"Of course not." I beam at him. I'm glad, actually.

He opens the door and a middle aged man wearing a white dress shirt with a black trousers hesitantly walks in with a food cart. The man places the food and drinks on the coffee table and Deon tips him off before he leaves with the empty cart. As soon as he's gone I dig into my small portion of fish and chips because I'm starving.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" Deon gapes at my food. The look on his face tells me where this is going, so I say, "Deon, no. Not this again."

"At least have a slice or two of my pizza," he offers, holding out his plate full of six average-sized slices of pizza.

"No, thank you. This alone is a little too much for me. I feel like I might combust if I eat any more," I say. "How do you eat so much anyway?" Yet stay in such good shape?

"I'm a growing boy." Deon chuckles. "I need a lot of food."

We eat in comfortable silence until a knock sounds on the door for the third time since I got here. "I'll get it." I stride to the door and open it.

Bree is at the door in cute pastel tie-dye pajamas, hugging a big white pillow to her tiny body. Her wavy midnight black hair is all tangled up as if she had just woken up. "I can't fall asleep, Pesley." She pouts. "Everyone's asleep, and I couldn't find Dee Dee—"

"Bree?" Deon says from behind me, his voice clouded with concern. "Why are you up so late?"

Bree sulks. "I can't sleep."

"Come on. I'll put you to sleep." Deon squeezes past me to leave.

"But you haven't finished eating yet, and I have" I say, reaching out with my hand to stop him. "You should stay and eat. I'll put Bree to sleep."

"Are you sure? You don't need to—"

"I'm sure." I smile at him reassuringly. "Come, sweetie. Let's go to sleep." Bree holds my hand and leads me towards their room. She pushes the half open door and I walk inside. The first thought that crosses my mind the second I enter is 'Is this even a room?'

"Nope. It's a penthouse," Bree answers my thought, making me realize I'd spoken the thought out loud.

"Oh..." That makes more sense. The place is ginormous, and very elegant. I follow Bree to a room which I'm guessing is hers based on the pink Disney princess bed sheets and pillows. The room looks a lot like her room back at their house, but a lot smaller.

Brianna climbs onto the bed and crawls under its sheets. "Pesley?"

"Yes, Bree?" I answer, flopping down on the edge of her bed.

"I wish I had a big sister..." The lonely look on Bree's face makes me stroke her soft cheek with my thumb and tuck her wavy chestnut brown hair behind her ear. And I wish I had mine.

"You have four amazing brothers. Don't they make up for not having a sister?" I smile softly, trying to lighten up her mood.

"Nope. It's not the same as having a sister." Brianna sighs. "Why don't you have any siblings?" I stare at Bree for a second, contemplating whether or not I should answer her unexpected question.

When I was small my world used to revolve around my sister. It was Kiki who was always there for me when Mom and Dad went to work every day. She was only three years older than me and she still took care of me as a parent would and she never once complained when I was crying or being a pain in the ass. Whenever I couldn't fall asleep or had bad dreams, she would sing me to sleep or tell me a nice bedtime story. She used to sing me Lavender's Blue, the song from the Cinderella Movie, all the time and I never got bored of that song. At first I thought she made the song up by herself, but later she told me that it's a song from her favorite movie. She was the best big sister in the world and I loved and adored her as if she hung the sun, moon and stars.

A small lump forms in my throat and I swallow it back before answering Bree's question. "Um...I had a sister. She um...She and my parents died in a car accident a few years ago."

"Oh." Her face turns into a frown. "I'm sorry, Pesley." She covers my hand with her tiny one and squeezes it lightly, giving me a sad smile.

We both are quiet for a while, then Bree breaks the silence by saying, "Um...Pesley, you should know that Dee Dee loves you." She looks up at me with those wide blue eyes which look a lot like Deon's.

"I don't think so—"

"He might not say it, but that's because he's a little stubborn. He doesn't say 'I love you' to anyone except me. He loves Mommy, Daddy, Dan, Jay and Kay, but I've never heard him say it out loud." This little girl is wise beyond her age, and I probably shouldn't get my hopes up, but my heart soars, hearing her say what she just did.

I just nod, smiling at her, not knowing what to say.

"Could you sing me a song?" Once again I'm surprised by Bree's unexpected question. "You sing really well."

"I'm not that great, sweetie," I say the truth.

"But you sang beautifully at the show. Would you sing for me? Pretty please with sugar on top?" Brianna pleads.

"Oh, alright. What do you want me to sing?" I give in, grinning. It's incredibly hard to refuse something when it comes to my boyfriend's little sister.

"Anything Disney." She beams at me. I think for a split second before I start singing the first song that comes to mind. Bree's smile widens when the words of 'A whole new world' from Aladdin flows out of my mouth. I loved Disney when I was small. My entire childhood was filled with nothing but Disney and Ariel from The Little Mermaid was my favorite Disney princess.

Brianna's eyelids start to droop shut when I sing the last line of the song.

"One more. Pretty please..." She murmurs drowsily.

"Okay." I let out a soft chuckle. I would sing for her as much as she wants me to if it pleases her so much. I think of a slow song to help Bree fall asleep and I'm surprised when the lyrics of Lavender's Blue start spilling out of my mouth. While singing I imagine Kiki singing to me. She used to sit on the edge of my bed, her beautiful face and soft features illuminated by the moonlight flooding into my room through the small window. Whenever I would have bad dreams, Kiki would sing to me until I'd fall asleep. When I was very young I thought she was an angel with the most beautiful voice in the world.

Once Brianna's eyelids eventually flutter shut, I soften my voice and slow the song down to a stop. I pull the bed sheets over her tiny figure before quietly tiptoeing out of the penthouse and closing the door behind me.

Reaching my room door, I notice I haven't taken the room key card with me, so I knock. Deon opens the door seconds later. "Is Bree asleep?"

"Yep. I sang her to sleep," I grin, walking inside and shutting the door.

"She was a handful, wasn't she?" Deon grimaces.

"Nope. She was such a sweetheart." Smiling at him, I grab the clothes Deon gave me earlier off the bed and walk into the enormous bathroom. "I'm going to shower now. I can't wait to get out of this dress." Mostly because I've been in it since this afternoon, but also because it's a little uncomfortable.

"I can peel it off you," he suggests, giving me a wicked grin.

I almost say yes, but I'm beat. "Tomorrow," I promise him.

"Yeah, tomorrow." He grins from ear to ear, winking at me as if he knows something I don't.

I wonder if Tyler and Maddy are already asleep...Probably not. They are probably in the middle of mind-blowing midnight sex right now, as Maddy calls it.

After a long warm shower, I walk back into the room to find Deon sprawled out on the bed facing upwards in nothing but his white shorts. His eyes catch sight of me and they darken slightly. "Damn," he mutters, his gaze taking me in. "You look hot as hell in my clothes."

"Really?" I counter, dropping my used pile of clothes into the cloth bag I found in the bathroom and leaving it aside, before doing a small twirl.

"Hmm," he purrs, beckoning me with his index finger and giving me a look that says, "Come hither."

I saunter over to him, adding a bit of swagger to each step, then straddle his lap. His arms move around my waist instantaneously. I lower my face to his and we're kissing, softly at first, but the intensity of the kiss gradually increases. I run my palms from his firm chest down his washboard stomach and strong abs. Deon's hands move onto my thighs and his fingers softly stroke my inner thigh sending shivers throughout my body, making me feel the sensation in my groin. His actions elicit a low moan from me. Deon groans quietly as my hands move further down to the top button of his shorts—

Suddenly I'm on my side facing away from him as his arms and legs come around mine, cocooning me in a sweet embrace. "That's enough for now, I think." Deon chuckles, and his chest rumbles against my back. "We both are tired and we need to go to sleep." His soft lips touch my earlobe and I shiver involuntarily. "Tomorrow," he promises, his tone of voice, carnal.

He's right though.

I am super tired.

My eyes started drooping shut the moment my head made contact with the giant white fluffy pillow next to Deon's.

We're quiet for a moment, as I listen to the sound of him breathing before speaking again. "Deon?"

"Hmm?" I feel his lips murmur against the back of my head.

"Have you heard of the song Lavender's Blue?" I ask, my voice barely audible to my own ears, I'm surprised when he hears it.

"Yeah. Why?" An ounce of curiosity taints his voice.

"Could you sing it for me please?"

There are no questions. Not even a smidgen of hesitation.

My boyfriend simply presses a kiss to my hair before starting to sing, and it warms my heart until it's a puddle of liquified affection.

Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly

Lavender's green

When I am king, dilly, dilly

You shall be queen.

Who told you so, dilly, dilly

Who told you so?

'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly

That told me so.

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