My Actor, My Love

already been a whirlwind of emotions, but nothing coul

to various rooms, something that seemed simple enough until s

ol for the hotel was clear: if a guest didn't answer after a few knocks,

antra she'd drilled into her mind: "Knock before you enter, knock b

se quickened, the weight of the moment making her ha

est was, but the hotel's policy

en, revealing a scene that would forever be imprinted in her mind. Inside, Noah Matthew, the inter

ortified. Her mind struggled to process the scene in front of her. "Oh my god!" she stammered, her face flushing a deep red. Her body immediately reacted, stepping backwa

was Noah's, sharp with annoyance, but with an edge of something deeper, something darker. "Didn't you kno

tirely. She could feel her breath catch in her throat. "Please, I'm sorry," she manage

arrowing at her. "You're unprofessional," he said, his voi

wering presence. Rassel's heart raced as she desperately scrambled for an explanation, her words tumbli

vened. "Hey, it's okay," the lady said, her voice soft and surprisingly understanding.

eling of embarrassment almost too much to bear. She was grateful for the

table, her hands trembling as she did so. "I really am sorr

hed the door, Noah's voice stopped her. "Wai

something... softer. "I'll let it slide," he said, his voice lower now, though there was still an edge to it. "But make sure this doesn't happen again.

her breath still unsteady. Rassel's feet carried her back to her post, but her mind was still r

I don't know why people like him. It's not even my fault. He's the one who didn't answer

sharper than the last. What an empty-headed fo

tung, hot and bitter, but she forced herself to steady her breath. I

s presence, his arrogance, was almost suffocating, but she knew she had to rein

nsion would change