Dear Miss Swan.
a/n: no that's not it!
Chapter 25
We're running down the hallway towards the stairwell as soon as the doors are shut.
Hand in hand.
She's a slow runner.
Never be an marathon runner.
Just saying.
"Edward, can we slow down a second" she's panting, and we've only just reached the stairs.
"Baby, I know your tired-" I start.
"tired?" I snaps "Edward, I'm 100% anti-exercise! This is more running than I've ever done!"
well it certainly doesn't show, 'cos her body it something else!
"Just a few more levels and then we can take it slow, okay?" I'm tugging on her hand, as she begins dragging her feet.
"no! Just two minutes!"
I sigh, this is gonna take forever...unless...
"okay" I sigh, as I stop running. I crotch down after turning my back on her "hop on"
"what?"
"Bella, we need to get moving. If we can get a few levels down we'll be home free. Even if we bump into someone, we can just say I rented us a room"
I hear her sigh, but otherwise, she's silent as she climbs on my back.
She weighs little to nothing, but after a few floors, what feels like nothing soon begins to feel like a fucking elephant.
Not that I would say anything.
"think you could walk now?" I pant.
Jesus, I didn't think I was this unfit.
"oh! Yeah sure" she jumps down, and we begin the walk down the rest of the stairs hand in hand.
As we reach the bottom of the stairs we both let out a relieved sigh.
Fucking finally.
Peace however, doesn't last long. Because as soon as we enter the lobby, Rosalie's yells are ever present!
"I don't give a shit what your maid's telling you, someone's been in our room!"
"Miss, we'll get to the bottom of this, I swear."
"well make it fast! We have a massage booked in...now!"
"Massage?...But Michel's done for the day...erm, one second. Michel!" she yells and he soon comes bounding over.
Bella and I stand by the door to the stairwell, trying to look inconspicuous whilst eavesdropping.
"yes, how can I help?"
"you told us you were done for the day. You still have Mr and Mrs Cullen's appointment"
"no" he shook his head. Bile was rising up in my throat, because I knew what was coming. "I've done that appointment"
"no" Rosalie shakes her head "We've just left the party!"
"you're not the Cullen's" his eyes meet with mine, almost magnetically and I feel like dropping dead "THEY'RE Mr and Mrs. Cullen!" one of this long manicured fingers points at us.
Oh fuck!
a/n: review maybe?