looks down at me as she runs his credit card through the machine, completely ignoring my request not to.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replies almost robotic like, handing Slater back his credit card and my receipt.
I don’t think I could be any more embarrassed, until I turn around and notice Emily, Noah and Marcus standing behind us. From the looks on their faces, I know that they had witnessed the whole embarrassing exchange. My eyes burn from the sudden rush of moisture that has formed in them. I mumble an incoherent “thanks,” before I quickly make my way to the elevators, not wanting them to see my tears. Just as the elevator doors are about to close, a tattooed arm forces them back open and Slater steps inside. I keep my gaze firmly planted on the elevator dashboard while I try my hardest to keep my sniffling quiet.
“Why didn’t you accept Emily’s job offer if you need the money so badly?” Slater questions, his voice sounding gravelly.
“I have money…I…just… ummm,” I stumble out, trying to think of some excuse I could give him for why I needed to use three maxed out credit card to pay my hotel bill, but my mind comes up blank. I was never any good at lying. My budget was on track until I paid for us to take a taxi to the nightclub last night and then the excessive entry fee to enter pushed my budget to its absolute limit. But I would have sold my left lung on the black market if it was the only way I was going to be able to fund this weekend with Melanie. It was our final hoorah together and I wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the world.
“Why come all the way to Seattle if you’re fucking poor?” he questions angrily, his loud voice echoing around the large interior of the elevator. His words sting my already damaged ego and I am grateful when the elevator finally arrives at my floor. I mumble a goodbye to Slater before I quickly make my way towards my hotel room, not bothering to answer his question. I have never felt the need to explain my reasoning’s to others before, so I am not going to start now.
I don’t even need to turn around to know that he is following me. If the stomping of his black boots isn’t obvious enough, the look on the elderly ladies faces that are walking down the corridor is all the indication I need.
Melanie’s eyes flick up from her suitcase when I slam the hotel room door shut and lean my back against it. My heart is racing so fast it feels like I’ve run the stairwell instead of taking the elevator. Within a mere matter of seconds, the loud sound of knocking echoes through our small hotel room. Kylie stands from packing her suitcase and walks towards me, her face marred with confusion.
“Open the door, Kylie,” Slater requests, his loud voice vibrating through the white melamine door. Melanie’s eyebrows shoot up high into her hairline and she motions for me to open the door. I briskly shake my head, my gaze turning to look at anything bar her angry eyes.
Without having time to protest, Melanie yanks me away from the door, surprising me with her strength considering she is at least ten pounds lighter than me and four inches shorter. Once she opens the door, Slater hesitantly steps into the room and his eyes dart around until he spots me hiding like a coward behind the door.
“Do you need the job?” he questions sternly, his brown eyes staring directly into mine. I initially shake my head, until I see the concerned eyes of Melanie staring at me from behind his shoulder. Her genuine concern for me marked all over her face, her blue eyes rapidly filling with tears. When she nods her head, I change the shake of my head to a sluggish nod. My ego and pride take a severe beating in the process, but at the end of the day I am in desperate need of a job.
“You start tomorrow morning,” he informs, his eyes leisurely roaming over my face. I stare into his eyes, unable to form words to express my gratitude
“Thank you, Sir,” she replies almost robotic like, handing Slater back his credit card and my receipt.
I don’t think I could be any more embarrassed, until I turn around and notice Emily, Noah and Marcus standing behind us. From the looks on their faces, I know that they had witnessed the whole embarrassing exchange. My eyes burn from the sudden rush of moisture that has formed in them. I mumble an incoherent “thanks,” before I quickly make my way to the elevators, not wanting them to see my tears. Just as the elevator doors are about to close, a tattooed arm forces them back open and Slater steps inside. I keep my gaze firmly planted on the elevator dashboard while I try my hardest to keep my sniffling quiet.
“Why didn’t you accept Emily’s job offer if you need the money so badly?” Slater questions, his voice sounding gravelly.
“I have money…I…just… ummm,” I stumble out, trying to think of some excuse I could give him for why I needed to use three maxed out credit card to pay my hotel bill, but my mind comes up blank. I was never any good at lying. My budget was on track until I paid for us to take a taxi to the nightclub last night and then the excessive entry fee to enter pushed my budget to its absolute limit. But I would have sold my left lung on the black market if it was the only way I was going to be able to fund this weekend with Melanie. It was our final hoorah together and I wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the world.
“Why come all the way to Seattle if you’re fucking poor?” he questions angrily, his loud voice echoing around the large interior of the elevator. His words sting my already damaged ego and I am grateful when the elevator finally arrives at my floor. I mumble a goodbye to Slater before I quickly make my way towards my hotel room, not bothering to answer his question. I have never felt the need to explain my reasoning’s to others before, so I am not going to start now.
I don’t even need to turn around to know that he is following me. If the stomping of his black boots isn’t obvious enough, the look on the elderly ladies faces that are walking down the corridor is all the indication I need.
Melanie’s eyes flick up from her suitcase when I slam the hotel room door shut and lean my back against it. My heart is racing so fast it feels like I’ve run the stairwell instead of taking the elevator. Within a mere matter of seconds, the loud sound of knocking echoes through our small hotel room. Kylie stands from packing her suitcase and walks towards me, her face marred with confusion.
“Open the door, Kylie,” Slater requests, his loud voice vibrating through the white melamine door. Melanie’s eyebrows shoot up high into her hairline and she motions for me to open the door. I briskly shake my head, my gaze turning to look at anything bar her angry eyes.
Without having time to protest, Melanie yanks me away from the door, surprising me with her strength considering she is at least ten pounds lighter than me and four inches shorter. Once she opens the door, Slater hesitantly steps into the room and his eyes dart around until he spots me hiding like a coward behind the door.
“Do you need the job?” he questions sternly, his brown eyes staring directly into mine. I initially shake my head, until I see the concerned eyes of Melanie staring at me from behind his shoulder. Her genuine concern for me marked all over her face, her blue eyes rapidly filling with tears. When she nods her head, I change the shake of my head to a sluggish nod. My ego and pride take a severe beating in the process, but at the end of the day I am in desperate need of a job.
“You start tomorrow morning,” he informs, his eyes leisurely roaming over my face. I stare into his eyes, unable to form words to express my gratitude
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