Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
She nods and walks off. I wait a few minutes, rocking back on my heels, looking around like I’ll spot the fucker that put those notes up there.
It’s just an old man, sitting in a chair and reading a newspaper alone, though. I doubt he did it…. Unless it’s a disguise. I consider going over and checking to make sure that he’s not wearing a bald cap, but decide against looking like an insane person.
“Can I help you?”
The woman smiles out at me, a different woman this time, older and more tired-looking. I smile back at her.
“Security footage for the hallway Katie’s staying in,” I say to her. “You got that?”
She frowns. “Katie?”
“You know who I am.”
She sighs. “I think we have it.”
“I need it. From last night.”
“Why? I can’t just give you that.”
I hold up my phone and show her the picture of the door. The manager sucks in a sharp breath.
“Okay, come on.”
I follow her back behind the desk and down a short little hall. We turn into a cramped office with one chair, a desk against one wall, and another table with several little TVs perched on top. The back wall is covered with a rack filled with VHS tapes.
“Okay,” she says. “Our system is super old, we haven’t digitized yet. Management is cheap about security. But since it’s from last night, it’ll be no problem.”
I make a mental note never to stay in this hotel ever again.
She walks over to the TVs and the bank of tapes. There’s a machine next to them, tall and wide. She fiddles with it for a second before ejecting a tape and sliding it into the player next to one of the TVs.
She frowns and rewinds the thing. It starts with an empty room, and suddenly I’m there with the maid. We disappear, and it’s just the maid, looking at the door with an alarmed expression. Then she disappears, and there’s nothing.
Seconds tick past as minutes on the tape. Morning turns to night and there’s nothing.
Until finally, someone appears in frame.
At first, it looks like nothing, like someone just casually walking down the hall. But soon the person steps back in front of the door and then slowly, painstakingly, starts taking the Post-Its down from the door, moving backwards.
“This is him,” the manager says.
I nod and stare. I can’t see the guy’s face, not yet at least. He’s working diligently, writing them out carefully before sticking them on. Soon, nearly the whole door is empty, watching the culprit move in reverse, and he hasn’t looked around once.
And that’s when he finally turns. I don’t know what makes him look, but he looks startled. There are only a few notes on the door at this point, but that doesn’t matter. He’s looking back, eyes wide, face clear on the screen.
She stops and looks at me. “Recognize him?” the manager asks.
I grunt. “I know who that is.”
“Good,” she says. “Maybe we can—”
“The tape,” I say, holding out my hand.
She hesitates. “I can’t just give it to you.”
“Please,” I say. “This is important.”
She hesitates again but sighs. “Okay,” she says. “But only because I’m a fan.”
I grin at her. Everyone’s a fucking fan these days. I take the tape with a nod.
“Thanks. This is a huge help.”
“Good luck. I hope you get the guy.”
“Don’t worry.” I walk over to the door and look back with a grin, tape in my hand. “I will.”
I head back upstairs, pulse pounding.
15
Katie
I wake up with a yawn and check the clock. It’s a little past nine in the morning.
I stretch and sit up, a little smile on my face. I’m still sore between my legs from Graham’s visit last night, a really good sore, deep and aching and pleasant.
He really went to town, like he was a little intense about it. I loved every second of his big cock tearing me open. And afterward, he was surprisingly tender, whispering in my ear, making me smile, making me laugh.
Graham’s visits every night are the highlight of this whole tour, which is surprising and a little terrifying.
I’ve never felt this way about a man before. I mean, I’ve had plenty of guys want something from me, that just comes with being famous. Jasper was my first really serious relationship, and even that was fake.
Graham, though, he’s different. He doesn’t ask for anything but me, and I’m happy to give him that. He makes me feel so good, so happy, and I get this strange feeling in my stomach whenever he’s around. It’s strange, I didn’t want him on this tour to begin with, and now I couldn’t imagine doing it without him.
Crazy how your life can change. We’re just over a month into this and my whole opinion of this man has flipped on its head.
I get up and walk slowly into the bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and put on some fresh clothes. I feel good, happy actually, and I’m smiling when I head back out into the main room.