She released a long sigh and looked at Sean. “Is he alone?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll certainly find out.”
He was about to pound on one of the double doors when Kit stopped him. She looked puzzled. “Wait. What is this? The presidential suite? What the fuck? Since when did he start staying in the presidential suite on tour?”
Sean remained unfazed. “Let’s just say, it’s not approved by the label and they’re up in arms about it. Sully told someone in A&R to fuck off and that he deserved the presidential suite whenever it was available because he earned it with this tour.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Sull’s been a little dodgy lately, like he’s losing his marbles. Giselle said they’re pulling it out of his earnings. He doesn’t know. She’s tried to tell him, but let’s just say he hasn’t been all that receptive or present in our meetings lately. He’s beyond unhinged. And losing the inheritance has made things worse. I will say that it seems like he was looking forward to you visiting. Hasn’t been near even one groupie since the drug test went down, no parties either. Just locks himself in his suite after the show—alone.”
Kit swallowed hard. Her stomach was a mess of knots that seemed to tighten with each passing moment she got closer to seeing Sully face to face.
She nodded. “Ok Sean-Bon, let’s do this.”
He pounded on the door and seconds later, it flew open. Sully’s face lit up upon seeing Kit. He outstretched his arms and she moved forward into his embrace almost mechanically.
She then softened up and let herself get lost in it knowing this may be one of those moments she would look back on. The beginning of the end. It created a major quandary for her—being in his arms felt so right. He still felt like home and it confused her to no end. She didn’t want to let go, but she remembered the reason why she was there.
He finally released her and gazed into her eyes giving her a kiss. “How was your flight?”
She nodded and forced a grin. “Fine.”
Sean stood in the threshold patiently. He looked at Sully. “Anything else I can do for you two before I go?” They both shook their heads silently. He nodded. “Right, then.”
He grabbed the ‘do not disturb’ sign from the back of the doorknob and put it on the front of the door handle. “Take the time you need. All of your obligations have been shifted, Sully. You’re good for a few hours, until we head out for soundcheck at six.”
Sully couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He took Kit’s hand and admired her from head to toe. He then sweetly kissed her on the cheek. “You look beautiful. How are you feeling?” His eyes searched hers.
She was feeling a mix of emotions coursing through her. Part of her wanted to fall back into the comfort of routine and another part of her was repulsed by his touch knowing he had a girlfriend he was actively involved with and had been for months.
His question was one she didn’t want to answer, but knew couldn’t be avoided. She felt like she was about to grab a big machete out of her purse that would gut their life together as they knew it and it wasn’t settling well with her. Her intuition was screaming no and it confused her. She cast away the intuitive nudge to stop and opted to go forward.
She stepped away from him toward the center of the vast suite. “Sull, we need to talk.” She headed for the dining room table where she pulled out a chair and took a seat, plopping down her large, black leather tote bag on one of the chairs where she could easily access it.
He frowned and slowly followed her, sensing something was amiss. He didn’t know if he could take more bad news after dealing with the blow about the inheritance. He wondered if she wanted to discuss that and he dreaded the thought.
He took a seat and faced her. “What’s up? Is this about the inheritance thing?”
She stared at him. “It’s about a lot of things, but before I get into that, I have some news to share with you that you’re not going to like. I didn’t want to share this with you over the phone. That’s why I’m here.”
He leaned forward and stared into her eyes, desperate to get a read on her but failing miserably. He had pulled back on his drug use since Spencer’s visit in hopes of being a little more coherent for her arrival. “Ok. Go on.”
She sighed. “Since I’m not working I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, especially in light of some recent developments and I’ve come to a decision about something that I really feel is best for me at this point in my life.”
He sat back and rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh. I heard the rumor. You resigned as our manager.” He looked at her. “I knew this was coming. Well, if you…”
She held up her hand to stop him. “Yes, I resigned, but that has nothing to do with my decision.”
He cocked his head to the side, confusion enveloping him. He surveyed her closely. “What decision?”
She paused and took a deep breath. It was now or never. She swallowed hard and continued. “I filed for a legal separation. It’s the first step in the process. Eventually, our next step will be a divorce if we can’t find a way to reconcile. I seriously think that’s not gonna happen at this point.”
His eyes widened. “What?” He became alarmed realizing that she wasn’t bluffing when he noticed her left hand. He pointed. “Where are your rings?”
She ignored him momentarily, reached into her
