Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(198)

The marble Art Deco lobby was framed by columns and large crystal chandeliers. Each of the columns had a vase with an arrangement of white orchid sprays. We walked through the lobby and directly to a small elevator without stopping.

“You two go up. I’ll ride with the bellhop and your bags,” Stewart said.

Will and I got onto the elevator and stood apart. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to say something.

“Are you going to say something?”

“You’ve made your feelings known. What more is there to say?” He said callously.

“There’s plenty to say!” I said angrily. “Like how about sorry? Did you ever think of that?”

“I have nothing to apologize for.”

“You know how hard I worked for that competition. No one else will realize that or care. All they’re going to see is that I was your girlfriend.”

“Was?” He roared as he finally looked at me.

Shaking his head, he stepped out of the elevator as soon as it opened and began walking down the hall. I quickly followed him, trying to keep up with his long stride, not knowing what else to say but wanting to fight more. Opening the door to a room, he stepped back and handed the key to me.

“Your suite now,” he growled then walked down the hall and disappeared into another room.

Squeezing the key in my hand I shook it pretending it was a mini-Will. Why was he being such a jerk?! How did he think I’d react when I found out my designs didn’t win on their own? I should’ve known better than to think I was talented enough to show a collection at Fashion Week.

Entering the room I was taken aback by the view out of the huge windows of the Eiffel Tower. Like the rest of the hotel, the suite was also styled in the Art Deco style. The main room was decorated in cool light blues and tans. I had never been in a hotel room that was more than a couple of beds covered in polyester crammed into the room.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted something red on the floor leading to one of the doors. The red stood out and seemed out of place on the dark wood floor. Will must have paid a lot of money for this place, no reason it shouldn’t be perfect. As I picked up the phone to call room service and let them know they left a mess in my suite, it slowly dawned on me those were rose petals.

“Oh crap! I really did it this time,” I said realizing everything Will had done for me.

I followed them into the bedroom where they ended in a large heart on the cream colored bedding of the king size bed. At the other end of the bedroom I noticed the largest bouquet of red roses on a table and just beyond it the view of the Eiffel Tower again.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I realized what a jerk I had been, not him. Sure, I was still hurt and upset but I definitely overreacted.

The phone made a double-ring sound that startled me out of my pity party. Running to grab it, I hoped it was Will.

“Hello?”

“I have a message for Miss Deborah Hansen,” said the hotel operator.#p#分页标题#e#

“Yes?” Please be from Will, please be from Will.

“Miss Dianna Brubaker said to tell you she was catching a red eye and should be here this afternoon.”

“Oh, thank you.” I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. “Wait, are you still there?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Can you tell me what room Mr. William King is staying?”

“No, I’m sorry I don’t have the specifics but I can tell you that your room is connected to both another suite and a deluxe guestroom.”

Realizing there was a locked door in the bedroom, I wondered if Will was on the other end. “Thank you for your help,” I said into the phone.

“My pleasure, Miss.”

Chewing my lip I walked up to the door. Could he be in there? I pressed my ear up against the door and thought I heard something and my heart almost leapt out of my chest. It has to be him!

I knocked softly and waited but nothing happened. Knocking a little louder, I held my breath as I heard shuffling on the other side of the door. The handle turned and I stepped back as the door slowly opened. Dianna peeked around from behind the door.

“Dammit Dianna!” I said annoyed then immediately felt bad. “I mean hi, sorry.”

“Well hello to you too,” she said as she stepped into my room. “I just got in, how did you know I was here? My plane was early.”

“I didn’t. I was hoping you were Will.”

“Will? You mean Mr. Sexy came with you? What did the big boss man have to say about that?”

“They’re the same person.” I said then sighed realizing how much happened in the past day.

“You mean Will owns Hargrove’s? But I thought it was a family owned store. That’s not his last name. That explains why he looked familiar though.”