"I'm coming with," Jacob says, opening the door to his Ferarri but I shake my head.
"I need to do this alone, I need to apologize," I tell him even though I'm barely aware of the words coming out of my mouth.
Jacob nods in agreement and I finally step out of his red Ferrari. My heels click on the ground as I approach the hotel. I open the heavy door and enter the hotel lobby.
I'm thankful my makeup hasn't smudged and that I don't look like a wild teenager when I enter. Instead, I'm greeted by smiles and the front desk.
"Where, Uhm . . . did the couple before me go? Which floor?" I ask, trying to keep eye contact with the man dressed in a fancy suit right in front of me.
The last thing I expected was for Miles to drive all the way to a hotel and park his Lamborghini in the very back. It's almost as If he's done this so many times that he knows exactly how to be hidden from everything. I press my lips together, waiting patiently for an answer and trying not to let my anxiety get to me.
"I'm afraid I can't—"
"He dropped his phone." I jump, showing him my phone with a small smile.
"I can't give you a room number but he's on the fifteenth floor." He flashes a smile and I nod as I rush toward the elevator, pressing the button that will lead me to the mess that I'm about to experience. The elevator dings and the door opens.
I look into the empty hallway before finally walking onto the weird patterned carpet beneath my black heels. The ribbons of my laced bows sway beside my knees as I search the hallway for any sign of him. Each door I pass stays quiet until I pass door number seventeen where muffled voices coming through the small crack underneath.
My heart starts to race and I try to brush it off but there's something about those voices—something about that voice. I stop right beside the door, noticing that it's cracked just enough for me to hear the voices clearly—Miles and Launa.
Picturing the two together makes my stomach churn again and I feel it twisting and turning. My feet take a step closer to the door and by the time I approach it completely, my heart feels to be pounding out of my chest.
I take a deep quiet breath to calm myself down as I attempt to peek through the crack in the door.
"Is everything okay, miss?" I hear and quickly turn around to the man from the front desk. The voices behind the door come to a full stop and I feel my hands tremble.
"Um, uh . . . Yeah, I just, uh—"
"Madison?" Miles's confused and quiet tone comes from behind me. I freeze before I can finally turn around to see a shitless Miles in tight black jeans. His hair is messy and his hands are veiny.
"I . . . I, um . . ." I look around to see the elevator door open.
"I have to go." I quickly say before rushing into the elevator. Miles quickly rushes behind me, trying to get in there with me but before he can.
The elevator door slams shut and I hear his muffled punches at the elevator doors and then a quick, "Damnit." Before the elevator door finally descents downstairs. I click the button for the first floor as often as I can but the elevator doesn't go any faster and by the time it reaches the second floor, I try to prepare myself as well as I can to jump out and run in my high heels toward Jacob's Ferrari.
But when I reach the first floor, the doors open to a sweaty Miles. The people at the front desk are staring at the shirtless boy in front of me whose hands are holding each side of the elevator, blocking me from leaving.
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The Perfect Storm 2
Novela JuvenilMadison and Miles continue to be tested while they try to navigate through their rocky relationship. Odds are on their side, bringing them back to one another, closer than ever but as more bombshells continue to drop down on them, their relationship...
