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I head to the elevators, lucky for me there is a map of the entire hotel right there. “The bridal suites are on the tenth floor.” Hitting the button for the elevator, I watch the numbers change as I wait. It isn’t too long before the elevator light goes out, signaling its arrival. As the door opens, I go to step but hear a surprised gasp.
My head immediately shoots in that direction. “Morgan.”
It seems things have become a lot less complicated than they were ten minutes ago. I reach in and grab her by the wrist, pulling her out of the elevator before the door can close.
“Cookie, you have some explaining to do,” I growl as I pull her behind me down the hall toward my room.
“I don’t have time to play your games, Theodore. I have important things to do. Now let me go.” I stop in my tracks. She has never called me by my full name.
“When did my love for you become a game, Morgan?” I ask in a hushed tone. We stand in the middle of the hall for a moment. I stare into her eyes, searching for some reason as to why she i
s acting this way but am unable to find any.
“You’re going to talk to me. Now. Whether you like it or not, whatever you were doing I will help you with or better yet, I’ll send Taylor. Since you insisted on inviting him, he might as well be of some use.”
“I thought things would be easier for you if your cousin was here,” she says barely above a whisper.
“What would have been easier for me would be if you weren’t ignoring me.” I shove my keycard into the door, pull Morgan inside and shut the door behind me.
Taylor is lying across the bed, watching something on television. Before he can open his mouth, I cut him off. “Get out. Go to the bridal suite on the tenth floor and do whatever needs to be done. Morgan and I need to talk.”
I turn toward Morgan, daring her to protest but she says nothing. Lucky for him, neither does Taylor. He walks past us, grabbing some bags by the room door I didn’t notice before letting himself out.
“I consider myself a patient man. However, when you bring me all the way to Kansas to ignore me. I think I can at least expect an explanation.” I don’t turn to look at her, if I do, I know this conversation is going to go much different than I wanted.
“Explain yourself,” I demand as I take a seat at the small table. “We aren’t leaving this room until I have some answers, whether I like them or not.”
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I attempt to remain calm, but my knee begins to bounce as I wait for her to answer my question. Morgan crosses her arms over her chest, directly below her tits. I can’t stop myself from remembering how they feel beneath my fingers.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Theodore. I’ve been busy. You aren’t a little kid; I wasn’t aware that I had to keep you occupied at all times.” She refuses to look at me. It’s as if the very sight of me disgusts her.
“What are you hiding from me, Cookie?”
“Don’t call me that!” she shouts as she begins pacing back and forth like a caged animal. I have no idea what has gotten into her, but she is not the same woman that left me two weeks ago.
“What is it, Morgan? What are you hiding from me or better yet who?” Her head snaps in my direction, I notice nothing but fear in her eyes. “That’s it, huh? You had me come all this way to break my heart.”
I should have known that I could never hold on to her goodness. I wish I had a drink, anything to quell the pain I feel at this very moment.
“Theo.” Morgan takes a step toward me, attempting to comfort me.
“No, call me …” A dark chuckle escapes my lips. “I don’t even know what to have you call me anymore.” I walk past her, brushing her shoulder in the process. An electrical current shoots down my arm, I grip my hand into a fist. Willing myself not to reach out and touch her, to beg her to reconsider.
The lock on the door turns as I open the door, using it as a barrier between her and I. “I have my answers, you are free to leave. Please give Rachael and Liam my congratulations. I am sure they will both forgive me for not attending, given the circumstances.”
“Theo, please. You don’t understand.” Tears are streaming down her cheeks. I want to comfort her, but what could be left to say?
I release the door handle; the door shuts with a slam. “What could possibly be left to say? You don’t love me or quite possibly never did. You came home and now want nothing else to do with me.” I open and close my hands, attempting to keep calm.
All I want to do is rage at Morgan, better yet at the world.
“How could you do something like this to me? You know what I went through, you know everything but still, you led me along. You made me believe that I could love you, that I could have a chance at being in the light.”
Unable to look at her, I turn my head to the side. The pain has begun to consume me, tears collect in my eyes. I will not let her see me crumble.
“Get out,” I manage to grit out through clenched teeth. “Please, Morgan. I just can’t.”
