All Chapters of The Things We Don't Say: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Do you want to take me back with you to your hotel?" the woman purred into my ears, her hands teasing the collar of my shirt. I couldn't remember her name, and honestly, I didn't care. Her words floated in my head when I reached for my phone, tapping the screen. “Shit,” I muttered, getting on my feet at once, leaving her on the seat. She looked up at me with a little pout, her lipstick smeared from all the kissing. “You don’t want me?” she whispered. I didn’t, but it was beyond that. "I have to leave," I said, already moving. She said something, but I wasn't listening. My eyes scanned the dimly lit room, searching for any of the faces I came here with. Coming up empty, I took the stairs up to the VIP section, where I met Aiden and a few of his friends who were still around. “Hey.” I approached them, fixing my cuffs. “Seen Joshua anywhere?”Aiden was drunk. He raised his eyes to me, a huge grin on his face. "Wrong question," he laughed, shaking his head. "You… should be asking fo

"One plate of steak for Marcus," Enzo called, walking over with two plates balanced delicately in his palms, so it wasn't hard to assume that he'd worked as a waiter at some point in his life. He winked at me as he slid it onto the centre of the coffee table. “How did that phone call go?”“Great,” I muttered, scooting closer to the table. “I just had to tell Nita that you are not a kidnapper and that I’m fine.”Enzo laughed. "Nita ... She looked fiercely protective of you. Anyone who tries to hurt you…anyone dumb enough to try, would have her to deal with. And I am going to guess that it will be a very insane battle."I didn't know Nita that well. We'd only just met at the team dinner, but I loved to think about her that way. She was protective. I didn't know about me, but she was protective of Jordan. It was a relief to see that he had at least one decent friend in his life.Enzo and I bit into the late dinner/breakfast, talking about everything and anything. He seemed interested in

"Mr. Arthur," my father's friend beamed as we sauntered in through the doors. We were meeting in the hotel's diner, and I had to admit that it was a work of art. The people who lived down here had always had an eye for the exotic arts. I guessed it was the reason my father sent me down here. "It is so nice to see you," he said, patting my back as I stopped in front of him. "Oh my God! The last time I saw you, you were just a little kid. Look at you now, taking after your father."It was on the tip of my tongue to point out that in no way was I taking after my father, but I let it go, standing to the side to introduce everyone else.“These are the members of the team working under the Arthur Group,” I murmured, not bothering with a smile. “Nita, my assistant, Marcus, our artist, and … you know Joshua.”“Of course,” Mr. Friedrich said. “Joshua Arthur. Now this is a face I see more often than not. Weren’t you here for that beach party a couple of months ago? The one where you had an alt

I leaned against the wall at the back of the hotel, my eyes closed, curls of smoke billowing from the stick in my hand. It was a bad habit, one my father would groan over if he realized it. But I deserved this. I needed this.But even the peace was determined to stay away from me because I smelt her perfume in the air. I cracked my eyes open, catching her standing in front of me, her arms folded across her frame. "Can we talk?"I flicked my tongue over my lower lip and sighed. I really wasn’t in the mood right now, and as always, this wasn’t about my girlfriend, or fake girlfriend. It was about me, and what I wanted. What this meant. “What is it?”“Did you even notice I was gone?” She started, just like always, making it about everyone else other than herself. And I was going to be honest with her. So, I shook my head. “No.”Her lips fell apart, and she looked mad. I mean, it would have been funny if I was in the mood to laugh at a joke. But right now, the only thing stopping me fro

People liked to notice a lot of things. They would sit down by the aisle of a supermarket, observing the shoppers going in and out. But there were a lot of things that went past their eyes. It was not one of the things I should have been thinking of, but in that moment, I wanted to distract myself.Because it was real.The worry that clouded me was real.I never got worried about anything, and I thought it was the one thing that made me different from Jordan in a bad way. He was passionate. He loved being a medical student. He loved playing basketball. And there was me, who lived each day like it didn’t matter.Hell, the only thing I cared about was my bike. And that was hilarious.But now, I was scared that things were changing. And I didn't know if I liked change. It happened right here, in the restaurant. But everyone seemed to be busy with their own emotions and thought processes that they didn't notice it.Sighing, I scratched the side of my head, wondering what I could do about t