Page 150 of The Baby Twist
“I don’t have a reservation, but I need a room.”
“For how many nights?” he asked.
“I’m not sure yet.” I looked down.
“Okay. Let me check what’s available. Our Urban room with one king bed is available for three nights only.”
“I’ll take it.” I pulled out my license and credit card.
“Do you have any bags we can help you with?” he asked.
“No. I don’t.”
He looked at me strangely.
“I left in a hurry. I’ll have my things tomorrow,” I told him, even though it wasn’t any of his business.
“Very well. Enjoy your stay.” He handed me the keycard.
I took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, found my room, and stepped inside. Throwing my purse and myself down on the bed, I grabbed the pillow, placed it over my face, and screamed. I’d never felt so alone as I did at that moment. Pulling my phone from my purse, I checked to see if Miles had texted me. He didn’t. Asshole. Tomorrow morning, while he was at the office, I would return to the penthouse, pack my things, and leave.
After taking a hot bath to calm down, I pulled up apartments on my phone. I needed to find one as soon as possible, and I wasn’t about to wait for his realtor. I could do this. I could be a single mom. Millions of women did it every day. I wasn’t sure if Miles would still deposit the rest of the money in my account. After the bomb I dropped on him tonight, he probably wouldn’t. He was an emotionless, broken man who only cared about himself and his needs.
Miles
Returning to the kitchen, I saw the ultrasound picture sitting on the island. Picking it up, I stared at it but couldn’t make anything out. Shaking my head, I set it down and went to bed.
I was up all night, tossing and turning, worrying about Stella and where she ran off to. After showering, I walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Miles,” Dora spoke. “Where’s Stella?”
“I don’t know. She left last night.” I walked over to the coffee machine.
“And this?” She held up the ultrasound picture.
“What about it?”
“What happened between the two of you?” she asked.
“She’s pregnant. I told her I didn’t want kids, and she left. End of discussion.” I walked out of the kitchen, grabbed my briefcase, and stepped onto the elevator.
I’d felt this pain in my heart since last night—a pain I couldn’t describe.
“Isla, call maintenance and clear my new office immediately.” I stormed past her and into my office.
“Are you planning on moving in today?” she asked.
“Yes. After they clear everything out, I want everything from my office transferred.”
“I’ll get on it right away, Miles.”
I sat behind my desk, pulled my phone from my suit coat, and called Levi.
“Good morning, friend. To what do I own the honor?”
“I need to talk to you,” I spoke sternly.
“It sounds serious.”
