8
Ty
I still don't knowwhat the fuck happened.
One minute we were connecting on a whole new, eliciting, intimate level, and the next she was shutting down and slamming the door in my face.
She locked me out. Out of her hotel room and her life. I haven't been able to get ahold of Simone in three days. Frustrating does not begin to describe what I'm feeling. Mentally frustrated and physically frustrated.
That woman. She knows just how to reel me in and dangle me on a hook.
I'm gasping for air, and she’s the only one who can put me out of my misery.
That’s why I'm not taking her shut out lying down.
She can run, she can hide, but I'll always find her. That’s where I'm headed right now. Charlotte, North Carolina, to find her.
And when I do, we are laying it all out on the table. Simone Travers was made for me, and I am going to make her see it. Even if that means pitching a tent outside of her front door and forcing her to face me every day. I'll wear her down, because I know she feels the exact same way about me as I feel about her. She’s too scared to admit it. To confront it. And I'm determined to change all that.
My family’s private jet touches down at a small airport right outside the city. If you can even call it that. I consider Charlotte more of an oversized town. It only has one high-rise. How does that constitute a city? Regardless of what I think, that “city” is home to two people I have to see.
The first one being Joseph Travers.
This encounter is going to be fun.
His office is in a prime location in the heart of Charlotte. Despite the collapse of the company, Joseph, like my father, was able to bounce back from the fallout.
He’s done considerably well. The lobby in his office building is incredibly impressive. Black marble walls, a waterfall, and, if I were anyone else, an intimidating, multi-staffed front desk.
“I'm here to see Joseph Travers,” I tell a young, blonde woman hanging up the phone.
“Do you have an appointment?” She bats her pretty eyes and smiles.
“No.”
Her expression falls.
“Well, I'm sorry, sir, no one sees Mr. Travers without an appointment.”
Of course not. I was expecting this. I lean forward on the desk and in a smooth, firm tone inform her, “He’ll see me.”
She frowns.
“Just pick up the phone, dial the magic extension, and tell him Ty Winters is here to see him.”
“I—”
“No,” I interrupt her. “Please, just do it.”
She glares at me like I’m wasting her time. If Joseph refuses to see me, I'll march my ass up there regardless. I'm just trying to play nice. I’m more than willing to play dirty if I have to.
The secretary picks up the phone, presses a button and waits.
“Hi, this is Perry from reception. There is a Mr. Ty Winters here to see Mr. Travers.” She gazes up at me. “Un-huh. Yes. Okay. Really?” Her brown eyes widen. “I'll send him up.”
Victory. I smile smugly.
“Mr. Travers will see you.”
