Night-time soon rolled in and I still had not returned. He was told that Tatum had entered the building at least twice, leaving after less than ten minutes. Tatum had never kept his visits that short and it was safe to say that he also did not know where I was. For me to leave and not tell Tatum about it was very strange but ultimately it could have been no one other than Cal's fault. I was so in love with him that I would do anything he asked of me. Ambrose could not conceal his anger any longer and slammed his fist on the table.
He was able to tolerate Cal visiting me at the hotel as long as he knew what was taking place. But for him to take me somewhere else so that no one could know about our little trip was simply unforgivable. And when nothing else came up for the rest of the night,
