We finally stopped outside of a hotel building. "Go to the penthouse and Mr. Nightingale will take it from there." The driver said before he got out and opened the door for me.
I stood outside of the building with two minds; one to go in and the other to go back home and cuddle up in my bed. I didn't want to take the chance of him hurting me again. But I decided the latter and I headed into the building.
Funny thing how these hotel industry works; I can simply walk off the streets and just into the building without asking any questions. Supposed I was a serial killer looking for my next victim, then what would they say or do?
I pressed the button on the elevator to go up and waited as it descends, when the doors opened, a man dressed in a red and black suit smiled at me. "H
