Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
And Alex was standing on the other side.
My eyes flared wide. “Fuck. This isn’t what it looks like.”
CHAPTER 5
Brayden
Alex disappeared into another elevator instead of sticking around to let me explain. The doors closed, and she was gone.
Great.
Just fucking great.
I couldn’t even blame her. That had looked bad. I was going to have a hell of a lot of explaining to do.
“I have to go,” I said to Kyra, leaving her to go back alone to whatever room she was in on this floor.
I returned to the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby as quickly as possible. Of course, as luck would have it, the elevator stopped on the very next floor. My forehead started to perspire as an old man with a walker entered at a snail’s pace.
The doors finally closed, and we began descending again.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Once on the ground level, I ran out of the elevator and surveyed the lobby. Alex was nowhere to be found. I went straight to the bar. A flash of blond hair met my eyes, but I soon realized it was someone else. She wasn’t in here either.
Next, I headed for the front desk. The attendant was chatting with her co-worker, so immersed in her conversation, she didn’t notice me standing there. I cleared my throat to interrupt. There was no room for politeness at a time like this. She flashed me a dirty look.
“Excuse me,” I said. “I have an urgent matter and need to find someone who’s staying here. Can you tell me what room Alex Jones is in? Or maybe her room is under Alexandria.”
She didn’t look like an Alexandria to me. She looked like an Alex.
“I’m sorry.” The woman at the desk shook her head. “It’s against hotel policy to give out that information.”
“What if I leave my ID with you for collateral or something so you know I’m not an axe murderer? I really need—”
“I’m sorry. It’s not something I can divulge.”
What the hell do I do now? Running my hand through my hair, I let out a deep sigh. I smacked my hand against the counter in frustration before taking off.
I wandered around once again in search of the beautiful blonde who’d had me under a spell from almost the moment we met. Alex was probably wishing she’d never met me at all. It messed me up to think she might believe I could jump so quickly from my interest in her to a girl like Kyra. If Alex only knew that I’d thought of nothing but her all night, hating the fact that she’d intentionally separated herself from the rest of us “young people.” That comment irked me to no end.
I considered going upstairs to the fifth floor and randomly knocking on each door, but I thought better of that, considering how late it was. It would’ve crossed the line into desperation, although I wasn’t far off at this point. My best bet, I supposed, was staying put in the hopes she was still down here. I camped out in a seat that overlooked the elevators so I wouldn’t miss her.
How the hell do I not have Alex’s number?
That needed to be rectified as soon as I found a way to redeem myself.
As the minutes passed, I knew I should go to bed since we had to be up early tomorrow to work on the house. Then Alex and I both had to drive home in the afternoon. But if I couldn’t talk to her tonight, I wouldn’t get a lick of sleep.
Had I ever lost sleep over a woman? I couldn’t recall a time I had. Or maybe it was that I hadn’t met a woman worth losing sleep over. I wasn’t sure why the eight hours or so between now and the time I’d see her in the morning mattered so damn much, but they did. I hated the idea of her going to bed tonight thinking I was a scumbag. I somehow felt like a scumbag, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong.
“What’s got you looking so down, son?” a man waiting for the elevator asked.
I decided to just let it out to this stranger. “I disappointed a good woman tonight because of a misunderstanding. And now I can’t find her to apologize properly for the thing she thinks I did, which I didn’t even do.”
He blinked. “I’m too tired to decipher that. But I hope you find some peace.”
“Me, too, man.” I placed my palms together in thanks. “Have a good night.”
After he disappeared into the elevator, I hung my head.
After a full hour downstairs, I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going to get to explain myself tonight. Feeling defeated, I took the elevator back up.
I wandered the halls of the fifth floor a bit, but there was no sign of her. After returning to my room, I retreated to the bathroom and took the piss I’d been holding for way too long before tossing off my clothes and jumping in the shower.