Chasing Fate (Dark Love 5)

“It’s on your phone.”

“Amelia,” Charlie and I say at the same time. “I’ve told you not to read my phone.”

“I’m sorry, Uncle Noah.” She almost cries. “I needed to use your phone for the torch.”

“What did you need the torch for?” Charlie asks skeptically.

“I accidentally dropped Uncle Noah’s toothbrush in the toilet, and I couldn’t reach the light, so I tried to use his phone when he was outside with Daddy.”

I bury my head in my hands. “My toothbrush?”

I begin to dry-retch while Charlie lectures Amelia again on personal property. Amelia leans her head on my arm. “Sorry, Uncle Noah. I didn’t mean to do it.”

What a way to end the night. Despite being grossed out about my toothbrush, I ruffle the top of her head, kissing her before she pulls away and walks down the hallway.

Amelia halts at her door. “Uncle Noah, I think you love Morgan. That’s why you’re sad. Daddy says when a man loves a woman, they’re sad if they aren’t together.”

Can a five-year-old have the answer to my problem? No. I can’t be in love. The thought alone is ludicrous.

“Morgan?” Charlie questions. “So, what about Scarlett?”

“Charlie—”

“Okay, I won’t butt in,” she says. “But I’m here if you need me, okay?”

“I know…” I trail off. “What would you do if you were me? If you weren’t getting the answers you so desperately need.”

“Me?” Charlie asks. “I’d sit back and allow life to lead the way.”

“And you?” I turn to Lex who has been sitting quietly at the table.

“I’d go find her now, demand she gives you answers, and not leave until she does,” he states firmly.

“She’s busy, some meeting at the Four Seasons.”

Lex pulls his cell out and dials a number. “Karl, it’s Lex Edwards. I need a room.”

There’s silence followed by Lex saying, “Thank you,” and hanging up the phone.

“It’s all yours.” Lex smiles.

Charlie watches my reaction, surprisingly keeping quiet. I sit on it for moments, then realize that life’s too short.

I grab my keys, making the decision before nerves have me backing out.

“I’m going after her.”

NOAH

Lex has gone all out.

The Four Seasons has a grand entrance, marble floors with a gold table sitting in the center of the lobby. The expansive flower display on the table is an eyesore adding to the scattered plants decorating the entrance.

There are a few guests waiting in the reception area, luggage beside them as they check in to the hotel. I stay behind them, then make my way to the guy checking me in. It’s a quick and straightforward process, and with adrenaline running through my veins, I find the restaurant in the lobby level—an Italian place called Culina.

There’s no one manning the entrance, and upon scanning the crowded room, I spot her sitting near the window with a group of men. They’re younger than I expected. Possibly in their late twenties if not early thirties. The three of them are gazing at Morgan with lust in their eyes, unprofessional and downright rude. Are you fucking kidding me? No one looks at my woman that way.

The taller one with the dark brown hair tied back into a girly ponytail, puts his arm around her chair. A gesture that she seems to notice and brushes off. The wave of jealousy almost knocks me over, and without any sense