Chapter 68: Paparazzi at the Gates
Micah clicked the balcony door shut with a firm snap, then turned the lock. He tugged the thick curtain closed, one after the other. He stepped back and exhaled, dragging a chair over from the small table in the corner. He positioned the chair close to the door and sat stiffly on the edge of it. His body ached from the earlier movements, all that tugging and dragging had taken its toll on him. His shoulders were still sore from carrying Leo’s dead weight over the railing. But the most painful part was his stomach. The earlier hit had formed a massive bruise on his six-pack. His eyes twitched as he looked at still-unconscious Leo. "What a pig..."Micah scowled.
Staying here in pain while the culprit for his aching body lay blissfully unaware made his temper flair.
He should leave. He wanted to leave.
But every time he glanced at the door, he remembered the lurking paparazzi waiting with cameras. Even if he managed to slip past them, what if he ran into someone else? Someone from the actress’s or the manager’s camp?
He didn’t want to appear before them. What if someone remembered him? And connected him to tonight’s mess?! He couldn’t even stand straight. His awkward posture surely drew attention to him.
Micah shifted uncomfortably, tapping his foot against the floor, then stopping, then tapping again. He couldn’t sit still, feeling trapped. He wished to separate himself from this hotel as soon as possible.
But he couldn’t risk it.
So, he waited while his ears strained toward the hallway, filtering every creak of the building, every footstep, every distant ding of the elevator, so as not to miss anything related to tonight’s mess.
Meanwhile, Clara’s assistant was pacing relentlessly across the floor of their suite. She checked her phone, again and again. Half an hour had already passed.
But there were no heads up.
They had planned everything so carefully. First drugging Leo, second acquiring his hotel room key card, third exposing the affair.