As I was tying it, a soft beeping sounded at my suite’s entrance. Then the “door unlocked” voice came next.
What the…
I turned around to see the door slowly opening, and then Madison stepped inside, followed by a red-faced Michelle right after.
Not saying a word, the two of them just glared at me.
I felt the walls starting to close in around me, so I mentally calculated my possible escape routes.
Balcony?I was only seven stories up, so I could survive with a broken leg and an arm…
Running right past them?Madison had a black belt in karate, and she’d probably be thrilled to use it on me.
The fire exit two rooms to my left…That was my best choice, and I just needed to catch them off guard with something before I made a run for it.
With their eyes still staring daggers at me, I let out a breath and silently counted back from ten.
“We came here to talk to you, Katie,” Madison said, walking forward. “Have a fucking seat.”
“No, that’s okay.” I stepped back when I reached six, making sure the exit door was in sight. “I think it’d be better if you just sent me text messages…”
“Katie.” Madison moved closer. “Sit in that fucking chair. Now.”
Five, four, three…
I didn’t give myself a chance to make it down to one.
I turned around and made a run for it. Rushing through the living room and the kitchen, I managed to touch the panic bar before I was suddenly pulled back by my waist and sent flying to the floor.
“No, noooo!” I stood up and reached for the door again, but Madison was standing in front of it.
Michelle was standing in the doorway that blocked me there.
“Chair by the window. Your ass. Now.” Michelle pointed, and I considered the balcony jump one last time before resigning to my fate.
I moved to the plush chair Asher had fucked me against days ago and slumped down onto the cushion.
As if Madison and Michelle weren’t convinced that I would stay put, they rushed to shut all the connecting doors and moved a table in front of the exit.
I can’t really blame them…
“How are you feeling today?” Madison asked. “Better or worse?”
“Huh?”
“How are you feeling?” she repeated. “It’s not a trick question.”
“I’m fine.” I shrugged. “You should be asking the bride-to-be that question. She has a wedding coming up while we’re here, remember?”
“Do I?” Michelle arched her brow. “Because from everything you said last night, I don’t think that’s why we’re here at all…”
“Okay, fine.” I sat up. “You don’t have a wedding coming up. Just tell Chris how you really feel, and then I’ll be on my way.”
She gritted her teeth.
“Why are you looking upset with me?” I asked. “You asked me to find a way so you wouldn’t have to marry Chris—knowing how I feel about ruining my own events, and here we are. You’re two steps away from getting what you want—if you want it. And I feel like shit and will probably lose clients if anybody was recording last night, so…” My voice cracked.
“I’m trying to get out of here as fast as possible so I won’t ruin anything else, okay?”
