Chapter 4

Bursting into the lobby, I rushed straight to the front desk.

"Hi, my boyfriend is upstairs. He isn't answering his phone and I'm terrified something happened. Can you tap me up on the elevator?"

I rattled off his phone number and name.

The receptionist verified the reservation, grabbed a master keycard, and escorted me upstairs.

The elevator doors chimed open, and I raced down the hallway toward Logan’s room.

When I arrived, the door was slightly ajar.

I shoved it open.

The scene inside turned my blood to ice.

A men's dress shirt was tossed onto the carpet, right next to Tiffany's four-inch heels.

Tiffany was sitting on the floor, wearing a skimpy, revealing lace slip dress.

Her hands covered her face as she sobbed hysterically.

Logan stood by the window, six feet away from her, with only a white bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Seeing me walk in, Logan took an urgent step forward.

"Riley! Let me explain!"

"I just stepped out of the bathroom and she was already on the floor! I have no idea how she got in!"

Before I could open my mouth,

heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Two uniformed police officers burst into the room.

The second she saw the uniforms, Tiffany let out a piercing shriek.

"Help! Officer, help me!"

Her trembling hand pointed straight at Logan.

"It’s him! He lured me into this room and tried to rape me!"

Logan stood frozen, his eyes widening in pure shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?! You broke in here yourself!"

"You started stripping the second you stepped inside! I told you to get out, and you threw yourself on the floor and refused to leave!"

Tiffany trembled, weeping uncontrollably.

"Look at him! He ripped off my clothes! All I have left is this slip... and he’s still lying..."

An officer stepped forward, shielding Tiffany.

"We received a 911 dispatch regarding an attempted sexual assault."

"Put some clothes on, son. You're coming down to the precinct with us."

Logan’s face went chalk-white. He looked at me desperately.

"Riley, I swear I didn't touch her. Please believe me."

I ran over and gripped his hand tightly.

"I believe you."

Logan swallowed hard, squeezing my hand back.

Seeing this, Tiffany’s wailing grew even louder.

"Officer! She’s his girlfriend! Of course she’s going to cover for him! You can't listen to her!"

She pulled a plastic card from behind her back and held it up high.

"Logan gave me this room keycard himself!"

"He told me to come here, saying he wanted to talk."

"The minute I walked in, he came out of the bathroom and started putting his hands all over me..."

Logan couldn't contain his rage anymore and roared:

"You stole it! I gave that keycard to my girlfriend, and you stole it out of her jacket!"

The officer raised a hand, cutting off the shouting.

"Whatever happened, someone called 911. By protocol, you have to come with us."

With a click, the handcuffs locked around Logan’s wrists.