Secrets Come With lies

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Manhattan, New York City

One Month Later...

Silence had befallen us as we took an elevator ride up to the 23rd floor. Once we had reached the floor that Nick was staying on, everything was eerily quiet.

"Does anyone stay on this floor?" I wondered aloud as we stepped out of the elevator and began walking the hallway.

"I think there are Four rooms booked, mine included," Nick said.

I counted thirteen rooms already as we trekked down the hall. I wouldn't have the guts to stay on a floor like this all by myself.

"Did you ever watch Room 1408?" I asked.

"Hmm." We reached Nick's door and he slid in his keycard through the silver slot in the door. "Yeah, that
adaptation of Stephen King's book, right? Well, it's a good movie, but the books are always better."

"I wouldn't dare read his books. I read Carrie and it gave me nightmares," I admitted.

Nick pushed open the door and we slipped into the cool hallway of his room. It was dark and Nick didn't bother turning the lights on.

"If you think Carrie is creepy, then you should read Desperation or Pet Sematary. Maybe The Shining," he said. "They're all equally disturbing in some way."

"I definitely won't read those, because all of those movies scared the crap out of me."

Nick laughed. "So, you like watching horror movies, yet it terrifies you? I bet you're one of those people that cover their faces every five seconds."

I narrowed my eyes at him as we walked into the small living room. Nick pulled off his sweater and threw it onto a beige armchair and I took the time to admire his biceps.

A tattoo that I hadn't noticed before was creeping along his left arm and it disappeared under the sleeve of his white t-shirt. How did I not notice that? Oh, yeah, Nick wasn't the kind of guy that put his body on display, which was adorable in a way, even though he had an incredibly great body.

"I watch horror movies just fine," I said as I absent-mindedly followed him into another room.

He switched on the lights, but adjusted it on a dial so that it was not dark, but not totally luminous either. This was the master suite and it was impressive, yet furnished on the minimum.

The walls were pale grey, one ceiling-to-floor glass wall that looked over the city, and there was a big King-sized bed with mounds of pillows and a flat-screen mounted on the wall.

Nick pulled the thin grey curtains closed and then settled on one end of the bed.

"Take your pick then," he said, taking out his MacBook and switching it on.

I joined him on the very comfy bed and watched as he logged in to his Netflix and then proceeded to search up horror movies.

"Are we really watching a scary movie right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, we are. I mean the weather is pretty shit and we have nothing else to do." He pulled off his boots and settled back against the mountains of pillows, one arm propped up to support his head. Jeez, he was good-looking.