Vegas Hotel: The Female Bellhop

Chapter 18 - Wise Words from a Wise Little Girl

Just a warning, things get only a tad steamy in this chapter... 🔥🔥

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I skipped steps down the stairs and ran for my room, and I heard stomping on the stairs after I left them. For sure, our friends in the living room saw this happening, but I didn't care about that. My heart was hurting so much, it felt as if the life was being squeezed out of it. I ran into my room and went straight for my suitcase and put everything back in it, which thankfully wasn't much since I didn't get far into unpacking.

"Amelia, what in heaven's name happened?"

Gena came over as I still was trying to get my clothing into the suitcase with shaky hands, and my tears were dotting the clothes as they fell. I couldn't speak since I was whimpering.

"Amelia, sweetie, hey..." Gena tried to stop me, but I resisted. It was in that second that someone appeared in the doorway, but I refused to look over at him. Gena, on the other hand, demanded, "Just what is wrong with my sister? What did you do?"

"Please leave us, Gena," he demanded back. "Now."

Gena huffed, obviously not liking being ordered around. "No, she's my sister, and if you hurt her enough to make her cry like this..."

"Please, just go, Gena," I managed, and she looked over at me, then at him.

"Okay, but I'm going to be informed of this later. I don't care that you're the most famous guy out there, Elvis. If this is really because of you... I swear..."

She left the room, and Elvis shut the door. He came over to me as I pressed my clothing in the suitcase and closed and latched it shut. "You wanna leave," he surmised.

"I heard everything and saw..."

"I know," I cut her off, knowing she was going to say she saw that kiss since the door was ajar. "And... you have to remember that we were married, Amelia. I told you that I still loved her."

"Yes, but you told me that I didn't have to worry, that she wouldn't allow you to go farther than friendship. She even told me that she wouldn't. She promised."

"She may have, and I did, too, but... I'm sorry, Amelia. We both broke for a moment. After a year of not seein' one another..."

He let out a sigh in frustration as well as a curse word. I turned around to face him and saw that his eyes were bloodshot, and mine were still stinging with tears. "I get it, okay? Really. But... maybe I was just fooling myself into thinking that this would work. I'm too young, and you just were divorced..."

"You know that our age difference doesn't matter and neither does the divorce," he shot, and I glared at him in disbelief.

"How could you say that your divorce doesn't matter? You still love Priscilla, and she still loves you, and even your daughter wants you two to be together. Maybe I was just someone who helped you get to a healthier state, nothing else. Maybe all this was just for you and Priscilla to realize that you two really belong together and should be a family again."

He shook his head as his jaw clenched. "No. That's not it. I slipped. That's it."

"It's not. I should just go so you can mend your family. It broke my heart when I heard that Lisa wants her parents together, and I should be damned if I get in the way of that. I have enough money that I can fly back home."

I took up my suitcase and went for the door. "Stop, Amelia." His firm words halted me as my whole body felt numb, and my heart was shattering to pieces. "Don't go, okay? Please. I beg ya."

Those words came out soft and pleading, bleeding into my heart. "I questioned the stability of our relationship, and now I think I was right to question it. I wanted to put it aside, but I couldn't. Yes, our age difference shouldn't matter, but the other things do. I'm a nobody, and you're this ultra famous guy who has a family."