"No." His voice was stern.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
"It's okay. I want you to be able to ask me questions. But I don't want to talk about her. I just want to focus on us."
"Okay." Our lunch had taken a rather quick turn. I wanted to go back to our happy bubble. I wanted people to stop interfering. "So this is the best pizza, huh?" I held up my slice.
"Fold it before you eat it. Trust me."
I followed his instructions and took a bite.Mmm!
"What's the verdict?"
"It's freaking fantastic."
***
Professor Hunter pulled his car up to a tall building. A valet rushed over.
"What's this?"
"Trump International."
I looked up at the gold veranda. It said Trump International Hotel and Tower, also in gold. It was a big glass, modern building. "Why are we going to a hotel?"
"I have a surprise for you." He winked and climbed out of the car.
I loved how mysterious he was. I loved the surprises. I loved him.
Someone rushed out of the hotel to greet us. Professor Hunter handed him the car keys and then opened the door for me. He grabbed my hand and walked with me to the entrance. A man in a suit opened up the door for us.
"Good afternoon," he nodded at us. "Welcome to Trump International."
"Thank you," said Professor Hunter.
The inside of the hotel took my breath away. The floor was marble and the walls were wooden with mirrors and gold accents. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The counter, where a few men and women were standing, was also made of marble. Professor Hunter escorted me to one of the plush lounge chairs.I sat down and watched him go up to the counter and start talking to one of the women at the desk.
He handed her a card and leaned on the counter as he chatted with one of the men. It looked like he was completely in his element. I liked seeing him like this. The woman handed him his card back and gave him another card.
"Right this way, sir," one of the men said and stepped toward the elevator.
Professor Hunter turned around to me. I quickly joined him and grabbed his hand.
"James, is that you?"
I looked up at the man who had just stepped off the elevator. He was probably Professor Hunter's age. He was handsome and suave.
"Mason, good to see you." The two of them shook hands.
"I see that you finally took my advice." Mason looked at me. His gaze made my skin feel cold.
Professor Hunter lowered his eyebrows slightly. "No. I thought you would have heard. I'm getting divorced."
Weird response.What advice was Mason referring to?
"Oh, I'm sorry, man," Mason said. And then he started laughing. "Geez, that's a lie. I'm not sorry at all. I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did."
"You two never did get along."
