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before it fell.  Brushing my cheek, he wiped it dry.  I forgot briefly to breathe but it all came back with a sudden gasp.
    “I can’t.”  I trembled as I contained my angry sobs.  “I can’t be easy.  I’m going to miss work now and I’m already behind on rent.  I’ve got nothing but debt.  I gave them all my money.”  I gave them all my money but Elle’s dead so now they’ve stopped talking to me and it was all for nothing.   My voice shook so hard Abram tipped my chin up.
    “Isla, I’m sorry.”  He made me look into his blue eyes.  “I’m going to take care of this, I promise.”
    Before I could reply, the nurse returned.  She handed Abram two packets.  “Her discharge papers and your receipt,” she smiled up at him, so dazzled she could hardly blink.  Only then did I notice that several other nurses kept drifting past my door, craning their neck to look inside.  Abram.  It was my first time being in public with him and I was realizing that he probably went nowhere without causing a scene.  I was so busy eyeing the reactions that I barely processed what was happening.
    “Thank you.”  Abram took the papers from the nurse before nodding toward me.  “So you just need to take the IVs out and then I can take her home?”
    “Correct!”
    I blinked as he turned to call his driver, fixing my quizzical stare at the nurse.  She flashed me the brightest of smiles.
    “See? Bill’s taken care of.  You didn’t even have to look at it.  Now you just go home and spend the week getting spoiled by that beautiful husband of yours.”  She glanced over her shoulder at Abram, turning back to me with a sigh.  “I know today was pretty rough, but all things considered, I think you’re a very, very lucky girl.”

chapter five
    Standing was fine but walking hurt.  Abram seemed to notice because when we got to the hotel, he rounded to my side of the car and lifted me out like a feather, carrying me to the gated side entrance of the Monarch.  I had told him that it was fine to just take me home but when he gave a simple, “No,” I shut up.  He was the reason I was in this situation but I would be lying to myself if I said that I didn’t want to be here.
    I liked his world.
    I felt guilty about it but I had to admit that I found it endlessly fascinating.  Him.  The hotel.  The suited men who floated around, doing things before Abram even had to ask.  It was the perfect escape I couldn’t have assembled in even my fantasies.  I’d certainly paid a price for it – one I’d probably never agree to if given the chance to rewind – but there was no rewinding or erasing what I saw in the alley, so I let go and gave myself permission to… enjoy this.
    It probably also helped that I was on painkillers and just relieved to be out of the hospital.
    “Are you hungry?”
    I registered Abram’s question seconds after he’d asked it.  I was too busy being mesmerized by the exterior of the Monarch.  It was unlike any other building I’d seen – sleek and all black, matte in some places, mirrored in others.  As we neared it, I gazed at the reflection of Abram’s strong arms wrapped around me, my groggy head resting against his chest.  His rock-hard body was surprisingly easy to melt into.  Even more surprising, I was letting myself melt into it.  This is happening , I reminded myself as I watched him hold me.  Still, I couldn’t absorb the moment.  The meds were kicking in and I was starting to float away.
    I finally gave a slurred answer to his question.  “I’m not hungry.  How do you live in the Monarch?”
    Abram thanked his guy who held the door open for us.  “How do I live in the Monarch.”  I could hear a smile in his voice as he repeated my question.  “I own the Monarch.”
    What? I blinked.  “You do not.”
    “Okay.  I do not,” Abram humored me as we entered something that looked like a lobby.  But there were no Monarch logos and instead of smiling hotel