POV
Millie
Ghost is standing near the doorway. Is he the one on duty for tonight?
"Millie." The hideous man of a person says.
"Um..what's up?" I ask staring at the large scar that runs down his face.
"Look Millie…" he says while scratching the back of his head.
"I want to apologize for how badly I handled everything with you. I shouldn't have reacted that way, I can tell you're a good person, and uh..I don't know…I think you need to see something on the third floor." He says slumping his shoulder looking guilty.
"What is it?" I ask cautiously.
"It's X.." he says with regret in his tone.
"Is he okay?!" I ask frantically.
"Yeah, yeah, he's fine." He says.
I furrow my eyebrows in more confusion.
"Millie, you don't belong here, you deserve more than this." He says and I'm beyond thrown off by Ghost's sudden change in attitude towards me.
"I can bring you there, or I can just give you the room number." He trails off.
I'm captivated by curiosity to know what Ghost is insinuating.
"Um, yeah…okay, just give me a minute to get dressed. Wait out here and I'll be right out." I say to him in a slow manner.
I close the door and lock it.
I swiftly go to X's bedroom.
I pull out my shorts that I wore earlier sliding them up my legs.
Although Ghost seems a lot nicer right now and almost seems caring, I trust him for nothing.
I rip open X's nightstand drawer and pull out his Glock .45, it's loaded and safety on. I tuck the handgun in the back of my denim shorts.
I rummage through X's closet, pulling out his black hoodie to better conceal the gun behind me and zipping it up past my chest.
I have an absolute, gut-wrenching feeling to take my keys and debit card with me. I can't explain the feeling of acquiring these items but I just do.
I slip on a pair of shoes and make my way out the door to meet Ghost.
"Let's go," I demand and he guides me to the elevator.
"No, we're taking the stairs," I say confidently pointing to the staircase.
"I'll follow you," I say.
I'm not stupid, my dad was a cop. No fucking way I'm getting in an elevator with him even if I do have a gun on me, nor would I walk down the stairs with him behind me.
"Okay," he says as I follow him down the steps to the third floor.
"It's room 314," he says not looking back at me as I follow him door after black door.
We arrive at room 314, it's just down the hall from Steph's office.
I feel as though I could vomit right now with nerves.
What is behind this black door? Am I walking into danger? I keep my hands on my hips, discreetly ready to pull the gun at a moment's notice.
I take my right hand off my hip and cradle the gold door handle in my hand ready to turn the knob when Ghost speaks up.
"Millie, wait!" He says panicky.
I look over at him with the handle still in hand.
He slowly shakes his head, "Don't do it, don't open it." He says looking at me sympathetically conflicted.
I give him a perplexed look and then back at the door, my palms are starting to sweat with the metal under my skin. I ignore Ghost's request, shoving the door open.
What I walk into astonishes me, my eyes have to be deceiving me.
My heart is in despair as I watch the man I thought I loved thrusts in out of some girl with black hair.
Aspen.
The image before me makes porn look PG.
X has his pants down to his ankles, vigorously humping Aspen from behind while she's in between Penelope's legs and on top of Penelope's face is Adria.
I'm fused in place while I watch a living nightmare happen in front of me. Adria pops her head up moaning with pleasure and makes eye contact with me, smiles, and winks.
I open my mouth to say something, to scream, to cry even but nothing comes out, it's as if my vocal cords have seized.
I am such a stupid, naive girl. I thought I could change him, just like every other girl believes they're unique enough to change their bad boy fuck up of a man.
I was blinded, I should've known better. I've been through this with my own father, you can't change someone who doesn't want to change.
My presence is sensed by X and the stunned look on his face of being caught red-handed will forever be etched in my mind.