Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“Yeah, okay.” They both turn and return to where they came from.
I take the elevator to my floor and smile to myself as I walk along the corridor. That was kind of fun to be honest. Pity I didn’t get away with it.
Next time.
God, I’m so fucking tired. That chick wore me out last night. I smile at the memory. I’m going to ring her now and tell her just how much.
I go to grab my phone and realize it’s not in my pocket.
What?
I feel all the pockets in my pants. Shit, where is my damn phone?
I think for a moment and my mouth drops open in horror.
Fuck’s sake. It was on the table when that idiot tipped it over. It could be anywhere now. I turn and jog back up to the high rollers room and am greeted by the same two security guards again. They step in front of the door, blocking my entrance.
“Hi, I just left my phone inside. I won’t be a moment.”
The biggest bouncer shakes his head. “You’re not coming in.”
“Yeah, I know I’m not coming in. I just want to get my phone.”
“No.”
I screw up my face. “Oh, fuck off. I’m getting my phone.” I go to brush past them and they block my entrance once more.
“Get someone else to get it for you.”
“If I had my phone, I would fucking ring them and tell them to get it. I don’t have my phone!” I snap.
“Too bad.”
“This is ridiculous. I want my phone.” Fuck, her number is on there. If I lose it, I have no way of contacting her. I start to get agitated. “I’m going back in,” I announce.
“Like fuck you are.”
I go to push through them and we get into a scuffle as they push me back from the door.
“Go back to your room or we are calling the cops to come and arrest you.”
Shit.
“Listen, man, I have a really hot chick’s number on that phone and it is vital that I find it. Can you go in and get my friends and get them to find it for me?”
The idiot folds his arms in front of him. “Do I look like your slave?”
Something snaps inside of me. “You look like a fucking baboon on steroids.”
He pushes me hard in the chest and I push him back. “I need that fucking phone.”
“I need to smash your face in. Get out of here or I will.”
“Try it.” I sneer.
The other bouncer picks up the phone and calls someone. “Can you get the police up here immediately?”
Fuck.
I step back as I weigh up my options. If I stay here I’m going to be arrested, and as a doctor, I can’t have a criminal record.
I blow out a defeated breath. “Fuck you.” I sneer as I turn and leave. Hopefully Joshua, Murph, or someone from the security team find it. It’s probably under a bloody table somewhere.
I continue to stride up the hall as I think. I’m sure one of them will have it, although I can’t call any of them to look for it. I don’t have one person’s phone number on me and I don’t know any off by heart. All of my phone numbers are on that fucking phone. I head back to the room and, after being severely pissed off with myself, I quickly fall into an exhausted sleep.
“Cabin crew prepare for take-off.”
I put my head back onto my headrest in annoyance as the plane rolls down the runway.
The phone is gone. Nobody saw it and when they went back to look for it this morning, it had vanished.
I’m so fucking pissed.
“It might turn up.” Murph shrugs as he sips his drink from his seat opposite me.
I look at him deadpan.
Joshua smirks from his seat next to Murph. “It’s gone. It isn’t coming back.”
“You’re not helping.” Murph sighs.
I roll my eyes. Adrian Murphy—Murph, as we call him—is our best friend. He is the General Manager of Joshua’s company, good looking, young, and as gay as all hell. He is forever the optimist and finds a silver lining in every event.
“It’s backed to the cloud, though, right?” Joshua asks. “It’s not that bad.”
“There is only one number on that whole fucking phone that I want. It is not in the cloud.”
“That chick from the other night…” he replies flatly.
I stare out the window as the tarmac starts to scream past.
“She might call you,” Murph offers.
I shake my head. “She didn’t ask for my fucking number,” I snap, annoyed.
Their eyes meet and they both smile broadly. “She was probably trying to get out of there as quick as she could.” Joshua smirks.
I shake my head. “She could have been Mrs. Stanton, I’m telling you. This chick was out of this world.”
“What was her name?” Murph asks.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t even know.”