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Eve's POV
I was terrified.
That was an understatement. I literally trembled as I walked into the hotel. The receptionist arched a fine brow at me. I didn't wait for her to speak however. I was too deep in trouble to worry about that look on her face. Who I had to worry about was above the stairs, in our hotel room. .
My breathing became quick and harsh as I climbed up the flight of stairs. Wringing my hands together, I tried to rack my head for excuses. For things to say. Anything to calm Tom down. If he tried to beat me up in front of everyone in the hotel, everything we had both worked for over the years would be dashed to pieces.
I recognized that.
But Tom? When Tom got into his fit of rage, he was impossible to reason with.
"Stupid, stupid," I whispered to myself, shakily reaching for the door.
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