Chapter Three
I woke the next morning to a knock at the door and was quickly reminded of the night before as I attempted to lift my head. My head was throbbing and I felt as though I had gone three rounds in a heavyweight match, with me being the loser of the bout. I looked over at Sienna’s bed, where she was still sleeping soundly.
I answered the door to find room service with a cart. “Good morning, Ms. Aldridge, we have your breakfast ready.” The waiter’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, yet every word felt like a nail being pushed further into my brain.
“I’m sorry, there must be a mistake, I didn’t order any breakfast.”
“Mr. Cole requested that we deliver to your room promptly at 11am.”
“Mr. Cole?” I must have looked as confused as I was.
“He wrote a note. Maybe this will explain t
