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I say, trying not to shiver. I can only see his lips, but he shakes his head.
“I told you I’m not letting you out there like this, but I also can’t be seen leaving with you. Get your car, drive out, and once we’re a hundred or so yards from the pack borders, I’ll flag you down.”
“Sebas-“
“It’s not up for discussion… I let you out there alone once… not again… plus you can’t drive in this weather, Zaia, you know that, he replies quietly. I can barely hear him over the downpour and so I don’t argue. He isn’t wrong.
“Ok, fine,”
I say, as he remains in the shadows, and I hurry back towards my car.
Twenty minutes later, I’m travelling at 5 miles per hour as I try to make out the road ahead of me. The guard at the entrance had advised me I should sit out the storm, but I had politely refused, saying I must get home to my family.
He reluctantly agreed and told me to drive safely before letting me out. I had half a mind to simply drive away without stopping for Sebastian, but when something bangs on my driver’s side.window, I slam my foot on the brake, my heart hammering until I realise it’s him. I pull the window down a little.
“For god’s sake! You scared me!”
“Move over.”
He says. I don’t argue driving in this us extremely difficult at this rate I’ll get home tomorrow or dead.
Unlocking the car doors, I slide into the passenger side. He gets in, and suddenly the place just seems too tight.
To think I got away from him, from the bedroom to now being cooped into this tight car all alone with him for goddess knows how long.
The rain only gets worse, and even with him driving we are travelling slow. The roads are becoming flooded and at times we have to take a detour.
“We need to stop for the night.”
He voices. the thought that has crossed my own mind for the last half an hour repeatedly, but I didn’t want to suggest it.
I remain silent, staring at the phone. I had tried to get in contact with Mom but to no avail. There just isn’t any signal.
“Look… I tried, Zaia. Trust me, this isn’t some sort of plot to get you alone,”
he says, staring out into the darkness. “I know… fine… Let’s stop somewhere.”
I say quietly as I clutch my phone/tightly.
“We’ll find a lodge or something. Hopefully, they’ll have a phone or signal so you can call home, alright?”
He says, now changing direction as we drive down a path in search of somewhere to stop for the night.
“Ok…”
I reply.
I sure hope so.
A Motel Room
ZAIA. “Alright, keep your head down. There are no cameras, but still. I’ll go ask for a room.”
We had finally found a dingy motel after driving around for a bit, but it was better than nothing. If it wasn’t for Sebastian’s keen sense of direction, we would still be out in the storm.
“Rooms.”
I correct. “Room with twin beds. Besides from the lights on in the windows, I think they are already pretty packed.”
I roll my eyes. “Mhmm, this isn’t a clich? romance novel where they will be out of rooms,”
I whisper. “Two rooms.”
He gives me a pointed look before he walks off to the desk.
He speaks quietly to the half-asleep man behind the counter before he is given a key.
Wait what?
Key? I’m about to open my mouth when he approaches, but he places his finger on my lips. “They have only one room, it’s that or the car with no shower.”
He says, looking down. at me. “So, what will it be, feisty pants? Because I’m definitely not taking the car.”
I clench my jaw. This is not possible! “You only asked for one room,”
I mutter. Being alone in a room with Sebastian is not wise. Not in any way. “I didn’t but feel free to go ask him yourself… but it’s obvious you don’t trust yourself to be in a room alone with me.”
He whispers. mockingly, as he bends down and smirks.”
Correct me if I’m wrong, Ms. Toussaint.”
“Oh please, it is your snoring that gets to me, actually,”
I mutter as I glance at the key in his hand. Room 19, second floor…
We make our way up the navy-carpeted stairs and down the hall to room 19. We unlock the door and step inside. I flip the switch on and, to my relief; the room is far better than I was thinking it would be.
Especially with the stains on the walls in the foyer, and the worn-out battered carpet, but it was pretty clean or at least looked it. Right now, I’m grateful for anything. My eyes fall on the narrow double bed that takes up most of the room and Sebastian almost bumps into me.
“Do you plan to move, or are you waiting for me to carry you to the bed?”
He asks mockingly. I frown and move forward as he enters and shuts the door. Suddenly, he looks too big in the small room.
“There’s one bed,”
I state the obvious. He cocks a brow, tossing the bag onto the small dresser that sits near one wall and begins to undress. 1
“Sebastian!”
I say, my heart skipping a beat, when his body comes into view, and I realise the tattoo covers his back too. It’s… s3xy…
He’s about to reply when we hear sounds, and it’s louder than the violent storm outside. “Ah! Harder!”
The sounds of faint moans and thudding makes me freeze.
I look up at Sebastian sharply, and by the look on his face, he heard it tob. We both turn, glancing at the wall behind the bed.
Oh Goddess… don’t tell me the neighbours are getting it on. The tension in the room thickens, and neither of us speaks for a second, but the moaning simply gets louder.
“Oh baby, fuck my pu$$y!”
“I’m going to take a shower, at this rate, we’re going to get ill and since you are too worried about the one bed, I’ll go first,”
he replies curtly, brushing past me.
The door slams shut and I sigh heavily.
How mortifying! Feeling cold and sticky, I look down at myself. Wearing wet clothes and being stuck in the car for a few hours in said wet clothes was not a good idea.
The moaning and banging continue and I pat my cheeks. Shaking my head, I walk over to the wall, tempted to knock on it and tell them to keep it down, but I hesitate.
“Don’t be jealous just because you haven’t had any action in ages, Zaia…”
I mutter. Trying to drown them out, I take my phone out and dial Mom’s number again. My heart skips a beat when the phone starts ringing!
I have connection!
“Zaia!”
Mom’s voice comes in a hushed, worried tone. “Hey Mom, I’m so sorry, but the weather. has forced me to stop at a hotel for the night.”
Well, not really a hotel…
“Oh, thank the goddess, at least you are alright. The little ones have been asking about you.”
Mom says quietly. Her voice isn’t great, and the connection kept breaking.
Guilt rushes through me, and I tilt my head. “Tell them I’m sorry. Are they awake?”
I glance at the time, but I don’t think they will be, it’s way past their bedtime.
“Oh, they’re asleep now, but don’t worry, I told them you are working. I am glad you called Zaia. I was close to alerting the guards and your father. I thought something may have gone wrong.”
My stomach twists at the thought. “No Mom, don’t tell anyone. Even if you can’t reach me, don’t tell anyone.”
“I know, I know, I was worried. How is Valerie?”
My heart squeezes and I sigh. “I have a lot to tell you when I get back,”
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