A girl giggled, her voice flirtatious and sweet.
"Max, you're so bad."
"You tricked your wife into going home just so I could keep you company here. What, one woman isn't enough for you?"
"Gotta build yourself a whole harem, huh?"
"If Madeline Henson ever found out you lied about your business trip and turned this hotel into your little love nest, she'd lose it."
A soft scoff, and then Max's voice drifted out, lazy and indifferent.
"Her? I got bored of her ages ago."
"I sent her packing early so I could spend real time with you. The next three days? I'm going to make sure you're taken care of, day and night."
The sound of him rolling on top of her.
Then everything behind that door became impossible to describe.
My scalp prickled. I nearly lost it right there in the hallway.
I wanted to kick the door down. I wanted to storm in and demand answers. Why?
Was I not enough for him? Or was lying to me just part of the thrill?
But the moment my hand touched the door, I pulled it back, trembling.
What's the point of making a scene?
I stood outside Room 502 and listened for two full hours.
Every emotion I'd ever felt tangled into a knot I couldn't undo.