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“What? Give me the phone.” Sheridan says before I hear her voice directed at me. “Listen, princess, I’ve flown a long way to come and see you, so you get your arse down here right now.”
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
“Well, I’ve got plenty to say to you, and I’m not going home until I do.”
“What do you want?”
“Come downstairs, for Christ’s sake, and I’ll tell you.” She hangs up the phone before I can argue.
I slam the phone down in a fluster and stare at it for a few moments.
What the hell?
I run my hands through my hair and begin to pace as my nerves go into overdrive. What does she want? I can’t deal with her right now.
What if she’s been with Spencer this week and she’s here to brag about it?
I feel sick to my stomach.
The phone rings again and I stare at it before answering. “Hello?”
“Hello, it’s concierge again. Miss Sheridan wants to come up to your room.” My eyes widen, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I guess that would be less of a spectacle. God knows I’ve had enough of those this last week.
“Miss Preston, is that?”
“No. I’ll come down now.”
I don’t want that witch in my damn room. I despise her.
Another one of his hareem.
I get dressed into a white linen shirt and navy shorts. I quickly brush my teeth and put my hair back into a ponytail.
I look so juvenile compared to her glamorous style, but I clearly wasn’t thinking straight when I packed. I brought the most ridiculous clothes with me. Somehow, all of my winter clothes made it into the suitcase and nothing else. I even had to buy a swimming costume when I arrived. I guess that happens when you pack at two in the morning, while crying hysterically like a madwoman and suffering from a frozen heart.
With one last inhale and look at myself, I make my way out into the corridor. Anthony is waiting for me, forever my trusty, loyal companion who has never disappointed me. Of course, when William turned up last night, so did my security team.
“I’m going down to meet someone in the foyer,” I say as I walk past him.
“Who?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Who are you meeting?”
“A woman.” And before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “She’s one of Spencer’s old girlfriends. God knows what she’s doing here.”
His face falls. “Oh… I…” He shakes his head. “I strongly advise against it, Charlotte.”
“I’m only talking to her for five minutes.” I sigh. “If it looks like it isn’t going well, come and get me.”
“Is Spencer with her?”
My eyes widen. I hadn’t thought of that. But he must have told her where I was.
Damn it, is this an ambush?
Surely he couldn’t be so stupid.
