7

Lola’s POV

“You haven’t changed a bit, Lola” he said, his eyes bore into mine, a sexy smile on his lips.

I pulled back.

My eyes blinked away from him. Why on earth would I be thinking another man is sexy? No matter what, I am still married to Isaac.

“Good you know that” I snapped and pressed the floor.

The elevator moved, but not Nick’s eye, he kept staring at me, making me feel uneasy throughout the ride. When the door opened again, I moved fast and headed to my room.

“It seems you are staying for long” he walked behind me. “I guess we will see again then”

I turned to look at him but he was already walking away, his room seemed to be three doors away from mine. I watched as the door opened and a girl came out, dressed in lingerie.

My eyes widened, I looked away immediately and shut my door.

That scum. I couldn’t help but let out.

I moved to the couch and fell on to it with a loud thud.

My phone rang in that moment, and it was Isaac. I hissed lazily and switched it off before hitting the shower.

-

Nick’s POV

My brows frowned instantly in anger, I turned to see if Lola had seen that but only caught the door being slammed hard.

She definitely saw that.

I snapped my head back to the girl who was standing in front of me with a seducing smile.

“Mr. Foster, I’ve been waiting for you” she called.

An irritated countenance crept on my face, I took out my phone and dialed my assistant. “Why is there a stripper in my room?”

“Mr. Carter must have arranged it. He said he wanted to surprise you with it”

I clenched my jaw, and let out a hard breath.

“Tell him he’s fired” I stated and cut the call immediately.

The stripper in front of me stared, conflicted. I turned back to me and with a hard stern told her to leave. She picked her jacket and hurried out of the room.

I called the hotel manager and requested my room changed immediately. Then, an idea struck me.

Minutes later, I moved into the room right beside Lola’s, but after what she had seen, she probably thought I was some douchebag who sleeps around.

I need to change that.

-

Lola’s POV

The door opened and Anabel rushed in, before I could stop her, she jumped on me and pulled me into a tight embrace. I struggled to breathe.

“Anabel” I called.

She pulled back with a big grin.

“I’m glad you’re finally back to your senses to leave that asshole and pick up your career again” she said excitedly.

She’s my very best friend.

The only one against me marrying Isaac. Then, I thought she was jealous and almost ruin our friendship. Again, when I wanted to quit designing, she pleaded with me not to, if only I had listened to her.

“So, where do we start?” she asked, her hands akimbo.

I smiled. “This place will be our new working space” I told her.

She paused, taking a sharp look around.

“Oh my gosh” she covered her mouth. “This place is beautiful, and so spacious”

Anabel walked around, examining the space as I watched.

“World Best Designer is in two months. If we work harder, we will be able to make it” I told her.

She nodded. “But we can’t do this alone. We need more hands”

I nodded.

“You think you can handle that?” I asked.

Anabel nodded again and was soon making calls. I walked to the tinted glass window and stared at the city below.

This time, I am determined. And I am not going to give up for anyone, not again.

-

I walked back to my hotel room, feeling tired from setting up the new work space. Just as I was about to open the door, Nick appeared, from the next door. I stared at him surprised for a moment.

He moved closer. “You look tired”

I blinked. “And you looked like you had fun all day” I said and opened the door.

I wanted to walk in but his hand suddenly gripped mine.

” Nothing happened” he said in a rush.

I lifted my head with a raised brow at him

“The stripper you saw was arranged by one of the executives and I already fired him. I also send the girl away” he explained in a breath.

I stared at him, confused, wondering why he was telling me all that.

“You’re really funny, Mr. Foster. What relationship do we have for you to explain yourself to me?” I asked and tried to move again.

He stopped me firmly, his hand gripped my face, firm but gently.

“We never really broke up” he dropped.