Thirty-Five: Her

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Monday morning, along with real world issues like having to go to work, arrives too fast. The majority of my clothes are still at the hotel. I should have packed up my belongings yesterday and checked out of the hotel, but there was a wedding emergency, and we ran out of time.

Adam is dressed in his suit, and he looks incredible. Standing next to him in a light sweater and jeans, I feel completely inadequate. In the walk from the cab through the lobby just about every woman we pass and a few men, admire Adam. When I look up at him to see if he notices, he grins down at me and squeezes my hand.

When we get into the elevator, I notice that the strap on my right shoe has come undone. Letting go of Adam's hand, I step to the side, and bend to refasten it.

The elevator doors open, but I am distracted. Her four inch heels come into my view before I hear her speak, "Adam, I knew you could not stay away from me."

Jumping to attention I see the side of a woman, wrapping her arms around Adam's neck. Recognizing her as the lady from Guinevere's, I cannot stop my eyes from growing wide.

Adam remains stoic as he grabs her hands off his neck and pushes her body back. "No, actually, I can. I am not here to see you." My eyes dart to Adam whom is staring at me with an impassive expression. His eyes are glued to me, but confusion makes me look at her and him and back to her. He moves closer to me and puts his hand on the small of my stiff back. "This is Gillian. I told you about her. She is my finance'. We got engaged Friday night."

"Your finance'?" I see her look me up and down, stopping on my left hand. Her face contorts when she recognizes the truth and she looks directly at me and states, "Does she know you had your dick in my mouth a few days ago? Did you tell her that you fucked me against the window that overlooks Central Park? Does she know you are paying for my hotel room...here?" She raises both of her hands in the hair. Her face is smug.

Adam swallows loud enough for me to hear and even though his expression is still, he's pale.

Hate rises like bile in my throat and I am swimming in loath for this tall evil witch, and Adam is in a close second.

"She knows everything, Madison. She is the only one I have ever loved." The door to our floor opens. Adam pushes my stiff body out of the elevator and into the hallway.

"Room 802 Adam, when you get bored with her," she yells down the hall while I pull away from Adam. I cannot look at him.

My temper rises, hot. I stutter something, but no real words come out.

"Gillian, she means nothing to me," he says.

"Did she know that when you had your dick in her mouth, a few days ago?" I am furious. "You booked her a hotel room? At the Plaza? Is that true?"

"You need to let me explain," he says.

"I do? Because I don't think I have to, I really don't." I am digging through my purse, looking for the damn room card.

"I met her in Chicago, while you were gone. She came here a couple weeks ago with a suitcases. She kind of...moved in..." he says trying to talk fast.

"You were living with her? Like sharing a bathroom, bed and laundry?"

I finally find the key and put it in the lock three times and it will not work. I kick the door and yell, "Damn it!"

Adam takes the room card from my hand and inserts it slowly. I am slightly disappointed when it works on his first attempt.

When I enter the room, Adam stays close on my heels, pushing in behind me. I turn around and try to push him out of the door. "Leave," I yell at him.

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