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Fine print: My husband is mine only, so he can’t even share the hotel room with himself. You wanted your wife back, Walton. You’ve got her.
While I wait for Brian to respond to me and send it over. I rush towards the main area room where I keep all the things that I needed for singing. I go through boxes until I find the pink sparkly Bluetooth microphone that amplifies everything much more than needed. It was a gag gift from Allegra, but there’s only one person who is about to gag on this goddamn microphone.
My phone vibrates, and a text comes in from Brian.
Brian Williams (Glenn Royal Lawyer): Contract has been drawn and emailed over to you.
Me: Thanks. Goodnight, Brian.
I’m furious that I don’t get the chance to stomp my foot towards my brother yet because the wireless printer is in this room, on my desk, ready to go.
I print out the document with Brian’s credentials, so Walt doesn’t think this is a fucking joke. I aggressively grab a pen, signing my name with an attitude. I drop the pen and snatch the papers along with my cell and microphone as I walk towards the men that have the nerve to shrug when I ask them where Walt is.
“Everie? Where are you going dressed like that?” Hunter asks.
I turn the mic on and turn it to the loudest sound. “I’m going to get my husband because he wants a nut job as a wife. How dare he march in this house and move in, then tell me he needs space! He said he wanted me to act like his wife. WELL, I’M ABOUT TO, DAMMIT!”
“I’m not letting you drive like that.” Hunter says.
My mouth opens and out flies so many rapid Spanish curse words mixed with a lot of colorful ways, letting him know I will chuck this microphone over his head if he stops me while I’m already in gear.
Hunter cringes and puts his hands up. “We have the same mother, Everest. Telling me that my mother is a fucking down dirty bitch for giving me the chance to stop you right now makes no sense.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Hunter chuckles, and I glare at him. I grab the keys from the bowl, slipping some slippers on and walk out the front door. As I hop into one of Walt's sports cars, I don't think about anything else. I press for the gate to open and once I can go; I speed off, knowing that Walt would only be at the best hotel money can buy here in Glenn Royal.
I should crash his shit just to further prove my point, but I don’t have a death wish and I’m also not a stunt double to get out of the car in time.
In the 15 minutes that I take to get to where he is, my anger has risen to multiple levels. I chuckle to myself. Is Walt insane? I park right in front and the valet guy widens his eyes when he looks at me. I don’t care as I walk toward the lobby.
“You have only one penthouse suite on the top level, correct?”
“Yes ma’am, but it’s occupied.” The front desk attendant answers me.
“I know it is. Thank you.” I grit. I know it’s not her fault, so I’m trying not to lose it on her. I’ll save it for Walt.
I smile, but I know I probably look insane. I walk away as she shouts for me to come back. Once I step in the elevator, I hear her heels click clacking toward the elevator. I press the button, letting the elevator door shut right in her face. Once I’m on the penthouse level, I walk out with determination as I flip my straightened hair behind my shoulders.
I softly knock on the door and when I hear feet shuffling, I move back a bit, ready to use the same words I used when I first met him. To tell him that his breakup speech sucked, but as the door swings open and Walt is in his boxers. I forget those words.
“Is there a reason you’re answering the door with no clothes, Walt?” I narrow my eyes at him. He looks good. I wasn’t ready for this.
“What the fuck are you wearing, Everie?” He gives me a once over, but the lust is so apparent in his eyes, I’d let him do what his eyes are suggesting.
No. Focus, Everie.
“Pajamas.” I answer as I force my way in. I walk over to the bed, placing the contract on the bed. “Sign that shit and let’s go, Walt.”
“What?” Walt chuckles, but it comes out like a surprised one more than anything else. “You left the house dressed like that?”
I drop the mic on the bed as I grab his duffel bag that he packed. “You’re focused on the wrong thing. Get dressed, Walton.” I pick up the duffel bag and pull out a shirt, jeans, and socks. “Put them on and stop looking at me like I’m fucking crazy, Walt.”
Walt hasn’t moved from his spot near the door, nor has he shut the door. I walk into the bathroom and instead of placing his items in the bag one by one; I swipe my arm over them, pushing them all into the bag.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Cambridge, she just walked in an—,” I hear the woman from the front desk.
“Shut up.” I say to her, but I know she can’t hear me well. She looks at me like I’m deranged, but her eyes keep venturing to Walt’s basically naked body. I walk over to the bed, grabbing the mic. I turn it on and put it at the loudest. “STOP LOOKING AT MY HUSBAND. I’M NOT A MEAN PERSON BUT DON’T PUSH IT. GET OUT!”
Walt cringes at the volume of this thing and he shakes his head as if getting out of his shocked moment. Then closes the door on the woman from the front desk.
“Baby, what the fuck?”
“Don’t, baby, what the fuck me. I wanted you to take this off with your teeth. To tell you I’m ready for you.” I narrow my eyes. “You spent the entire week walking around in the nude, showing me everything that I’ve been missing. Putting your hair up in that damn half up half down style that really gets me going, then you have the nerve. The gall to kiss me like you want me to cum from that alone. Holding on to me when we sleep like I’m your lifeline while you grind your naked body into me. Leaving your scent all over my body. The only space you’re getting from me is when I spread my legs, Walt baby.”
I smile, but then I stop, pointing a finger at him. “Get fucking dressed, Walt. You wanted your wife. Here I am.”
