Third PPV
Ellen thanked the hack motorist and walked into the lobby of the extension. She walked to the event and had to state her destination before she went through.
“ Room 214, Mr Anderson.”
“ Am sorry ma’am. Mr Anderson left no instructions to allow you up.” The réceptionist said dryly and continued painting her nails. A surge of Shame hit Elle and her face turned red as a tomato. To be denied entry, she who had Cole wrapped around her pinky formerly upon a time. Boy oh boy. But she had to see him, one way or another. She had to swallow her pride and call him.
After a couple of rings Cole picked up. She could smell the disinclination from a afar down but she steeled herself and contended.
“ Can you allow me to come up, Cole please. There’s commodity I need to tell you. Please
