Jealousy | part-1

Everything was good until the night came up. After dinner I fell asleep waiting, but Hunter never got back in our suite. 

In the morning I woke up from the sound of the door opening, and he came inside. The first thing that caught my eyes were his disheveled clothes. Without sparing me a glance he strode straight inside the bathroom. 

Minutes after I started pacing around the room worried, he stepped out of the washroom fresh and ordered. I was going to ask about his previous condition, but someone knocked on the door. 

"Room service!" 

I frowned. "I didn't order anything," I muttered.

Walking past me Hunter opened the door. 

"Here's your ordered phone, sir, and," the boy extended out a black envelope, "this letter was sent to you." 

Phone? A new one? What happened to his old one? 

Closing the