When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I glanced at Nora, who had passed out in her booth. My head was throbbing as I came up with a plan. “There are hotel rooms above, right?”

This was a high-end nightclub, so most of the patrons were rich and powerful. The rooms above were designated so they could continue having fun upstairs in the privacy of their own rooms.

The attendant nodded, but she seemed stumped. “Yes, we have rooms, but they have been reserved in advance. Some of the rooms are prepared for our VIP clients and aren’t accessible usually. I’m afraid I can’t get a room for you right now.”

I pursed my lips. Looks like Armond earns a lot of money here. I pondered slightly before asking, “Does Mr. Murphy have his own room, then?”

“Yes, but…”

I dialed Armond’s number, and he answered my call almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” came his soft voice. “Are you missing me at night? Do you need me to accompany you?”

Feeling disgusted, I retorted, “I need a room in Imperial Hotel for Nora. It’s too late for me to bring her home. I’m still pregnant.”

line. “Looks like I did the right thing by asking you to pick her up. Let me talk to my

handing the phone to her. “Armond wants to talk to you.” She accepted my phone hastily with both hands.

to what Armond had to say attentively. Shortly after, she returned my phone to me. “Ms. Stovall, please follow

to order the two other attendants. “Bring Ms. Oberick to No. 2806, the presidential

Nora into the elevator while I followed the other attendant to the front desk so she could process my check-in. After Armond talked to the lady, she seemed to be extra careful around

we were waiting for the elevator to come, a few tipsy men joined us. This was,

Rita, right? I heard you’re a manager here. Didn’t they say there’s a virgin here tonight? I didn’t see her anywhere.

That girl

if she’s from the countryside? Over ten years ago, we lived in the countryside, too.

the doors opened, she bade goodbye to them and

me to my room, she flashed a smile and bade farewell to me. I heard her talking to someone on her walkie-talkie. “Logistics, send Ann Weeder to the sixteenth floor. A client just asked