Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel 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.

Julia caught her just in time, arms full of dead weight.

The bellhop, recognizing the struggle and the room number, used his master key to open the door for her. “There you go, ma’am.”

“Thanks so much.”

“Would you like help getting her inside?”

“No, I’ve got it. Thanks.”

Waving him off, Julia practically hauled Yvonne into the room.

City lights glowed through the window, so the room wasn’t even that dark. Julia didn’t bother with the lights, just dumped Yvonne onto the bed.

On the phone, someone barked, “Julia, have you left yet or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going, okay?”

God, she was exhausted.

Drunk people were the worst. She yanked the blanket up to cover Yvonne, then headed back out.

She didn’t notice a thing as she hurried past the bathroom.

The door clicked shut behind her.