Page 162 of Corrupt Me

The concierge accompanies us, and having him as a buffer helps tame my frayed nerves. In the elevator, my phone vibrates in my pocket, but I can’t assure my friends I’m fine.

The moment we’re inside the suite, I notice roses everywhere, decorating the elegant, cream space.

Without asking, Eric pulls me to his side and snaps a photo of us.

“I need to use the restroom,” I grit and dash away, locking the door behind me.

I type,I’m goodin the group chat before my phone rings.

“We’re on our way. What’s your room number?” Hunter shoots off the question.

“Don’t get mad.”

“That’s a sure way to make me antsy, kitten.”

“He booked us the penthouse.”

Silence falls, followed by expletives. “I know who isnotreturning to the States.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust no one more than you, but I don’t trust that sneaky bastard.”

“I’ve got this. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

Washing my hands, I give my reflection a nod, then walk out. Eric is leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door like a leech, waiting to suck me dry.

I summon peaceful and calm vibes, but they’re out of reach, and I snap.

“Let’s get one thing straight. This is not going to work if you constantly invade my personal space, lurking around me. And if you even think of overstepping, I’ll leave.”

“Who were you talking to in there?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It was him, wasn’t it?” His voice turns ice cold, but I stand my ground.

“And if it were, what would you do?”

We’re face-to-face, and I am ready for the confrontation when he steps back. “You need to rest. I blame the jet lag for your irrational behavior.”

Inhaling deeply to collect myself, I stride inside the first room to my right. Inside the small bedroom, I’m about to lock the door when he bursts through.

“You should get used to us sleeping in the same bed. I didn’t book this penthouse so we can sleep in different rooms.”

I jab my finger toward the door. “Get out.”

“How much longer will you play hard to get? I basically own you.”

My entire body rocks with a wave of fury. “Oh, Eric. You have no idea how dumb you sound.”

He slams the door shut, and I lock it.

Needing a bit of fresh air, I slip out onto the balcony just as my phone vibrates with a text.

Look to your right.

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