several bedroom doors.
“Chloe.” Kam comes into view exiting one of the rooms, fully dressed in casual wear. “Thanks for coming. We want to get stuff underway.”
She can only nod, not able to produce any words. Cole’s door opens next, and a woman and another man follow him. They are clearly still groggy, and even Cole looks half asleep. Shouts and screams emanate from another room. A female voice screams over and over as a rhythmic pounding sound grinds out. Chloe feels her face burn with embarrassment and a strong mixture of anger. She recognizes that voice from last night. It’s the slut bragging about bagging Eli in the bathroom, and who later entered the elevator with him.
Cole escorts his company over to the elevator, then returns to the cedar table in the middle of the room. Fruits, pastries, and juice cover its surface.
“Chloe.” Cole holds his arm out and pulls a chair out for her. “Breakfast while we wait.”
The screaming orgasm has not silenced, and Chloe’s not sure how she can focus on anything but that sound. She’s polite and takes a seat and is joined by Kam and Cole. It’s stunningly awkward at first, but she fills her plate and tries to concentrate on the food.
After several minutes of screaming, the room finally goes silent. Everyone at the table lets out a collective sigh of relief.
“Chloe, can we get you anything that’s not here?” Cole offers.
Chloe goes to open her mouth to say no thank you, but a scream cuts her off.
“That’s fucking it,” Kam says, jumping to his feet.
“No, don’t. Really, I’ll come back in an hour or so.”
Chloe bolts to the door, leaving her coffee on the table. The elevator doors don’t shut fast enough for her. When they finally do, Chloe slides down the wall and slumps to the floor. She refuses to cry as her body shudders in disgust with what she just heard. She made the biggest mistake of her life; she never should’ve signed the contract last night.
Her stomach flips as the elevator jars her body, then she hears the sound of the doors opening.
“Chloe.”
Looking up, she sees a very sweaty Eli in front of her. He's clothed in black gym shorts, a red shirt, and a ball cap. The cap is sitting backward on his head, while beads of perspiration fall from his forehead.
“Chloe, are you okay?”
He picks her up from the floor and leads her over to the fountain. He sits her down and kneels before her.
“Chloe?”
When she looks up, the tears have won the battle as they roll down her face without shame. She finds her sunglasses and pulls them on, wiping her tears away as fast as they fall.
“What the fuck happened?” Eli’s voice comes out as a growl and Chloe flinches.
“I, uh, I…” She doesn’t even know where to begin. Eli doesn’t remember her, so how in the hell is she supposed to go about explaining this to him? “I was up in your suite trying to meet with you all. It was just Cole and Kam, and then extremely loud noises and that girl’s voice from last night.”
“And?” Eli asks leaning on her knee and waiting for an answer.
Chloe’s hands bunch into fists with the effort of keeping herself from slapping him right across the face. She looks up at him and pushes her sunglasses back from her eyes, exposing her tears and messed up make-up, pleading for him to see her. Just see her.
Eli runs his fingers up the back of Chloe’s necklace, delicately picking up the chain resting on her neck. He traces his hands down each side of her throat, holding the chain until he comes to her cleavage where the bottom of the necklace is hidden. He continues down into her crevasse and pulls out a small heart charm.
“Did you really think I didn’t recognize you, Chloe?”
Chloe sits back, trying to put distance between them. “Why would you do that?”
Her question could be taken so many different ways. Why did he leave her? Why did he fake not recognizing her? Why did he get on that elevator with her?
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