Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 665

Julia hurried to the front desk and got a room for Yvonne. The bellboy handed her the keycard with a polite smile. "Here you go, ma'am. Room 808, sixty-fifth floor."

Julia snatched the card without much ceremony. "Thanks."

She didn't waste any time and started guiding Yvonne upstairs.

As soon as they got into the elevator, Julia's phone went off again. Yvonne was practically hanging off her like a ragdoll.

With one arm holding up Yvonne and the other juggling her phone, Julia managed to jab the button for the 66th floor.

She barely paid attention to the call, just muttered, "Hang on a sec, I'll be right there."

"Yeah, I'm out tonight, don't rush me, okay? I need to get Feathers sorted first," she added, using Yvonne's silly nickname.

Yvonne was so wasted she could barely stand. No matter what, Julia had to get her settled before doing anything else.

Whoever was on the other end of the line sounded pretty impatient.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'm coming, okay?" Julia said, exasperated.

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

Julia glanced at the room number on the card-808. She half-carried, half- dragged Yvonne down the hallway.

Her phone was still pressed to her ear, and Yvonne felt like she doubled in weight with every step.

A bellhop delivering champagne next door noticed Julia struggling. He stepped over, all helpful smiles. "Miss, do you need a hand?"

"I'm good, thanks. We're here," Julia replied, trying to sound breezy, but she was struggling to fish the keycard out and swipe it.

Yvonne, limp as overcooked spaghetti, nearly slid to the floor as Julia reached for the reader.

time, arms full

bellhop, recognizing the struggle and the room

for her.

"Thanks so much."

like help getting

got it.

practically hauled Yvonne into

the window, so the room

just dumped Yvonne onto the

someone barked, "Julia, have

I'm

God, she was exhausted.

people were the worst. She yanked the blanket up to cover Yvonne,

notice a thing as she hurried past

clicked

Xander stumbled out of the bathroom, groggy and burning up. His skin felt like he'd just run a

was definitely off. Especially,

barely holding onto his

answered right away. "Mr.

Night Owl,

of late nights and wild

with

long, even that last bit of self-control slipped

and Yvonne both tumbled into a long,

dream, Xander realized it was Yvonne with him-and he lost all

bit of his pent-up frustration and anger

real life, she'd been a pain in his ass,