Finally Heaven (Room 103 Book 4) by D H Sidebottom Read Free Book Online Page B

and teasingly covered her tits when we’d made love.
    I blinked. Made love? It had never been that. Sex, fucking, an amazing shag, but never love. That was something I didn’t do, and she wouldn’t do when she found out about my penchant for men.
    My stomach surged. I blew out a breath to dampen the nausea, wiping my eyes when tears welled again. Fuck this shit! I couldn’t sit here partying when… when Penny was… gone. The tightness in my chest returned, making it difficult to breathe but increasing the need to vomit.
    Pushing past the dancers, I dashed through the doors, my eyes scanning furiously for the toilets. Figuring it was too late, I bent into a huge pot plant and released the torrent of pain and grief with the vomit. A wave of agony blasted across my head with each retch, making me grab it and moan.
    A hand started to rub my back as I continued spewing violently. I couldn’t turn to look who it was, my eyes watering with the viciousness that overtook, my stomach pulling with each heave.
    I knew it was Zoe. I had caught her frequent worried glimpses across the room all night, the question in her eyes whether she should approach or not. But she’d been carried away each time by one of the girls, desperate for her company. Not as desperate as I had been.
    I pulled my shirt out of my trousers and lifted it to wipe my mouth.
    “You okay?” my aide asked.
    I frowned at the male tone, my eyes snapping up. “What the fuck?” I half hissed, half groaned when speech brought another wave of nausea. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    He removed his hand from my back when he felt me tense and shrug him off.
    “Bulk and Spirit invited me.”
    My eyebrows shot up with a snort of disbelief. “I very much doubt that. Do they know what you do?”
    He lowered his eyes with my accusing tone but nodded. “Yes, that’s the reason they asked me to come. I have an exclusive for my newspaper.”
    “Another exclusive, eh?” I sneered. “You must be so popular at the moment.”
    “Romeo, I didn’t… I wouldn’t do that. However, I did need to talk to you.”
    “Really?” I leaned over the plant again, ignoring the disgusted look from the three receptionists as they glared at me from behind the huge smoked glass counter.
    Nick’s hand pressed between my shoulders again, rubbing up and down gently. Shrugging him off once again I turned to glare at him, “I’m not a damn child. I don’t need a mummy.”
    Anger suddenly twisted his features, his eyes narrowing with his fury. “Will you quit! I need to talk to you. Help you.”
    “Help me?” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief before heaving again. Fuck, I hated being ill. I wanted him to continue rubbing my back, it was soothing to my distress but I wouldn’t let him know that.
    “I know you didn’t kill Penny McIntyre, Romeo.”
    My eyes widened on him, my spine snapping straight as I narrowed my eyes on him. “What do you know about Penny?”
    He shook his head, sighing. “Not much. But there’s something not right. I need to talk to you.”
    Regretting myself, I nodded. If he knew something about Penny’s death, then I needed him to tell me. Although I didn’t trust him, he was the only lead I had about what had happened.
    “Not here.” He glanced around the room, a slight anguish tightening his face. “It’s not safe. Will you meet me later?”
    “I’m in room 417. Top floor. Meet me there after the party. I’ll make sure security give you clearance.”
    He smiled gratefully, nodding his head once. “Thank you.” He turned to walk away, but paused and turned back to me, his brow furrowed and his teeth chewing on his lower lip. “You…” he sucked air through his teeth. “Just be careful.”
    I frowned at him but he turned and walked back into the party, saying nothing else.

    I SAW HER the moment I stepped foot back into the party. She was laughing, her head tipped back, her gorgeous blonde hair spilling down her back. She had