15. Izzy

Iwas finally alone. It took all sorts of threatening, but Maddox eventually left my hotel room. With the promise of being only feet away.

Yara was no longer destroying my toilet, so I sent her a quick text.

Me: You good?

Yara: Better. I'll know if you bail. You didn't take it earlier, but don't worry, check under your pillow 3

I threw my phone down onto the ground dramatically and walked to the pillows.

Come to Bed stared back at me in bold red print on the manila folder.

One more glance to the adjoining door and I jerked the folder up and walked to my bathroom, locking the door. Neither Maddox nor Oliver knew what personal space was.

Thankfully there was no indication of the massacre that Yara put the toilet through earlier, and I was able to breathe without the smell of vomit souring the space. Now it just smelled of bleach.

Feeling secure, I leaned against the sink counter and opened the folder. A pen and room key fell out and I scooped them from the ground.

The room key matched the one I had for my current room. The number was different, but it was on the same floor.

I sucked in a deep breath.

The top page was the NDA. I scanned it before signing.

Placing the NDA on the counter, I turned to the next page.

I pushed the air out aggressively. I was really doing this. No turning back now.