Alexander followed her. Past the stunned faces, past the murmurs and camera flashes he no longer cared about. Up the corridor, his footsteps were quick and uneven as Rosa walked ahead of him, her wet clothes clinging to her annoyingly. Her shoulders were rigid with fury, despair and sadness.“Rosa, please,” he called. “Just let me explain.”She didn’t slow down. Not one bit.The suite door slammed open and she rushed inside, hands shaking as she reached for a towel in the bathroom. Grabbing it, she quickly rushed to the door, but before she could close it, Alexander slipped in behind her.The door closed with a final, sharp click.Then, silence dwelled.Rosa finally turned to him.Her eyes were red, her lashes clumped with tears she clearly hated shedding. “Explain what, Alexander?” She chuckled. “Explain how your mouth ended up on hers?”“It was a mistake,” he said quickly. “I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing.”She stared at him like he had struck her with a stick.“A mist
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