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“I'm not fucking fine. I won't be fine if I don't do what I want to fucking do to the fucking bastard.
I turn in the direction of the hall, and I'm about to go back in when she steps in front of me and places both hands on my chest. She is not using any real strength, and it's not like she would be able to hold me back physically even if she wanted to, but it's what her touch does to me mentally and emotionally that stops me in my tracks.
I gulp, still keeping my eyes on the entrance of the hall but feeling my anger dissipate as her palms press on my chest.
“I want to get away from here,” I can hear the plea in her voice and it's my final undoing.
I just need to fucking teach him a lesson, damn it. I grit my teeth. Damn, my head hurts from the inability to do what I wanted to do. My bones hurt so fucking much and my now reclining to normal pulse feels like stretched strings.
I exhale and tear my eyes away from the entrance of the venue to look at her, and she smiles weakly at me. Then she does the one thing I never saw coming. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly.
Fuck me.
I drag in a sharp intake of air, the cold night wind, and some fine scent from whatever shampoo she uses smacks my nostrils. I relish this moment. I wrap my arms around her, one on her waist and the other on her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she sniffs.
I don't know what for, because it doesn't sound like it's just for the douchebag with a most likely broken nose right now, but I take it.
“Let's get out of here,” I plant a soft barely-there kiss in her hair, then release her.
We walk to my car.
For all I know, she still hates me. Her father is still dead, and she tried getting away from me with the help of a friend to prove it. Another douchebag I'll be killing when I find him.
I turn on my car and hold out the door to the passenger’s seat for her. She climbs in and fastens her seatbelt, then I make my way to the driver's seat and settle in.
“I know a hotel that’s just around the corner. We should stay there for the night,” I suggest and veer the car into the driveway of the venue.
“Okay,” she mumbles.
I'm way too high to drive the long hours to Boston tonight and I don't want to put both our lives at risk. I've been smoking and drinking all day. And, once we get to the hotel, I'll need to smoke some more to keep me calm. Especially knowing she is now within my reach and away from the prying voice of Orazio.Thank goodness I always have an emergency joint hidden in my car.
She stays quiet for the drive down the hotel . Before I turn around to help her with her door, she is out.
I pluck out my joint and lighter from the car’s cup holder, and walk with Rosaline into the hotel.
“Hello,” I smile at the receptionist, a blonde in a wine-colored gown.
“Welcome to the Paramount,” she smiles back, her French accent thick.
“I'd like two rooms, please,” I keep my smile on.
“Will that be in the regular?” She begins to type into her desktop.
“No suites available?” I lean forward.
“We only have one suite left,” she lifts her eyes from the screen of her desktop to smile mischievously at us, “The view is to die for. I recommend having your dinner outside on the balcony while you look at the view and hear the live jazz band.”
While I appreciate the effort and want any chance to get Rosaline alone with me in the same room, still for her sake, I'll have to decline.
“We will take it,” Rosaline cuts me, as if sensing my answer.
“No, we won't,” I clip.
“I don't want to sleep alone,” she mutters and pouts.
“We will take it,” I smile at the receptionist.
