Page 106 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
Chapter Forty
Iris
When I open my eyes, I’m in an unfamiliar bed. I jackknife up, my heart drumming a thousand beats a minute. What the heck happened?
I look down and realize I’m in my underwear. Who undressed me? Where am I?
Slowly, my brain starts working. I realize I’m in a hotel room.
Yuna’s suite.
Oh crap. Did I take her bed?I slip out, dragging a sheet with me, and go to the bathroom. A fresh robe hangs from a hook on the door, and I put it on and gingerly step out.
“No need to tiptoe. I’m already up,” comes Yuna’s voice from the coffee bar. She’s in a pair of pink pajamas, her hair messy. She must’ve gotten up not too long ago, because her right cheek still has pillow marks. “Sleep well?”
I start to say yes out of reflex, then I realize I actually do feel rested. “Yeah…I did. Did I take your bed?”
“Nah. This suite has three bedrooms.”
“Oh. Mr. Kim’s in the other one?” I look around, wondering when he’s going to pop out, fully dressed in his black suit and ready to go.
Yuna laughs. “If my dad heard that, he’d go into shock. Actually, I think Mr. Kim would be more mortified. He’s in a different room. Two floors down.”
“Oh.” It seems kind of wasteful to get a three-bedroom suite and only use one.
“Why don’t you shower, and we can have breakfast before you go to work.”
I shift, feeling like a person who left home without an umbrella despite the storm warning on TV. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Not true. Tony sent a bag last night. I put it in your room.”
“He did? How did he know?” I didn’t text him because somehow talking to him, even via texts, feels awkward, and I didn’t expect to stay for more than an hour. He must’ve been frantic. Another black mark against me.
“I let him know. Didn’t want him to call the police and file a missing persons report. Going to jail for kidnapping would suck.” She winks.
I let out a small laugh, then stop. I haven’t laughed in…days. Since Sam sent me the dress.
It feels good. Almost normal. But guilt immediately pricks me for daring to feel good while knowing what my negligence did all those years ago.
“Let me get ready,” I say, the moment gone.
The overnight bag is on the bench at the foot of the bed. I unzip it and look inside. Tony thought of everything. All my toiletries and makeup are here. He packed two fresh sets of underwear and clothes and nude pumps.
After a quick shower, I put on a chartreuse dress and shoes. They look good on me. Tony always knows what I need.
As I tuck in my old clothes in the bag, I see a white piece of paper on the bottom of the bag.
I love you.
–Tony
An excruciating pang rips through me. I pick it up reverently, then press it to my heart. I love you too, Tony. I wish I were a better person—somebody who deserved you.
I put the note in my purse and go out to the living room. Mr. Kim is arranging three chairs around a wheeled dining table that has appeared. Room service obviously delivered breakfast while I was in the bathroom. There are poached eggs, toast with butter and various jams on the side and a pot of fresh coffee.
“Ta-da!” Yuna says, taking a seat. “Looks great, huh?”
“Yes.” I smile wanly. “I’m not that hungry, though.”
