“Where’s Nora and…”
“Athena,” he finishes my sentence.
“Yeah.”
“They left about twenty minutes ago. I told them to take the rest of the day off.”
“Do you think they’re back at the hotel?”
He just shrugs.
“Call Anaïs and ask her for me.”
I watch as a smile creeps onto his lips before he sits back in his office chair, fingers linked and hands buried in his lap. “No can do, son.” A soft chuckle escapes, his shoulders rising and I speak to doorfalling.
“Why?”
“You fucked up, so now it’s you that needs to fix it.”
“But—”
“No buts. You upset the apple cart, and you need to make it right.”
“I didn’t even do anything.” I kick the toe of my trainer into the floor of his office.
“You did.” His green eyes burn into me.
“Whatever.” I sulk and walk out of the room as I pull my phone out and dial Nora’s number.
She doesn’t answer. Of course she doesn’t. I try again and get the same voicemail message. Calling Anaïs, I’m met with the same outcome.
Bringing my fist to my lips, I close my eyes and try and calm myself down. I’m not even involved with either of these romantically and yet these two women like to make my life hell. I try Anaïs again and she gives me the fuck off button right away.
Walking out the paddock, a few confused looks meet my gaze, but I ignore them as I climb into my car and make my way to the hotel. If they’re not here, then, well, fuck knows where they are.
When I pullup outside the lavish hotel, the valet takes my keys, and I bung him some notes as a thanks. Walking into the lobby, phones are held up in my direction. Head down, I head to the main desk and ask for Nora’s room number.
After a lot of persuading, the woman behind the front desk slides it across on a piece of paper. Giving it a quick glance, I walk to the lift and wait not so patiently for it to ride to the ground floor.
Stepping inside, I push the floor I need. Within seconds, the doors ping open and I am out and striding towards her room. Three bangs on the door later, and after what feels like a lifetime waiting, she swings the door open, eyes all wide as she stares at me.
“What do you want?” Her expression is bored, fingers curled around the door as she keeps it tight to her body.
“I fucked up.”
“Yup.” She sighs. “That should be your tag line.”
I roll my eyes.Harsh.
“Not lying.” She lifts her shoulder to her ear, and I can hear the sound of Anaïs behind.
“Can I come in?”
Nora thinks over my question for a minute and then closes the door in my face.
“The fuck?” I speak to the door and step back.
I’m not out here long when Nora swings the door back open. “You may come in.” She steps aside and I side-eye her as I walk into the room.
