Chapter 18. Rendezvous

Hotel de la Classic was the last place Melvin wanted to be. It wasn’t even fit to be called a hotel. Just a bunch of rooms in a U-shaped block building and a small car park in the middle. The hotel sat halfway between the city and the Bulderash, the nearest town. The dull green paint on the building clashed with the bright pink railings outside each room but that wasn’t what irritated him.

He squeezed his face as he hurried up the staircase. The self-serve policy of the hotel was far beneath his class but this place also held the memories that were dear to him. Every weekend that she could get away and that they could spend together enlivened his soul.

He always booked room 307 and she booked 306 but one of them arrived a day or two before the other so that no one would suspect a thing. Not that he cared. He was in love with Gwen and he wasn’t afraid to pronounce it from the rooftop. She, on the other hand, had her sucker security personnel husband by her side.