R A Y V I N
Three minutes later, we were crossing the street on the way to what looks like a hotel. I tried hard not to lose my cool when we entered the glitzy lobby.
“What are we doing in a hotel?” I asked.
Dropping me to my feet, “staying.” He simply replied, holding my hand. I waited for more explanation, but nothing else came.
The Van Towers Hotel stood across from the A. O skyscraper, home to one of the largest fashion houses in the world. The place was buzzing with people, but we were the only ones waiting for the elevator. We both stared at it silently. What was I doing? This was me being indecisive. And heading to a hotel with him was a risky move. My heart screamed, nearly bursting from my chest. My knees shook under my cheap blue dress. If I wanted to get away, this was my o
