hoping that wherever we went Luke would be there. The wind in my hair felt amazing. My arms were wrapped tightly around Regg. A twinge of nervousness surfaced when we took a sharp turn to the right, but I closed my eyes and quickly put it at the back of my mind. He pulled up into the parking lot of a hotel. One of the nicest hotels in Hattiesburg, I noted, and parked at the front entrance. Helping me off, he handed me my things and placed his hand on my back, leading me into the hotel. I looked back to see Lindsey wrapping her arm around PROSPECT, but he seemed oblivious to her.
“Reservation for Reggie Jones ,” Regg announced to the attendant.
“ID Mr. Jones?” Regg present ed his ID and we were soon being escorted to the elevator. My feet hurt, my head hurt, and I was on the verge passing out. Lindsey seemed to be in no better shape. We walked down the hall of the hotel and Regg opened the door to a suite. He ushered us in and handed me the key.
“Do not leave. Someone will be here in the morning to take you to your car. Understand?” Fun Regg was gone and in his place was stern, demanding, no-nonsense- biker, Regg. I nodded my head in agreement, not wanting to argue only sleep. “You have Luke’s number. Call if you need anything.” With that, Regg and the PROSPECT turn and leave. I collapsed on the bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke the next morning with a start. As I sat straight up in the bed, I took note that I was fully dressed and smelled of booze. My hair was a tangled mess and it took me a moment to remember the previous night. I looked around the large spacious room. The balcony doors leading outside were open and a cool breeze was blowing in despite the hot weather we usually had for September. I heard the shower running, and not seeing Lindsey, assumed it was her. A light rap sounded at the door and I scrambled out of bed to see who it was. I opened the door to find an older gentleman delivering room service.
“Miss Knox?” he asks kindly.
“Yes, I am Miss Knox.”
“Mr. Jones had this sent up for you.” I opened the door wider to allow the man to come inside. With him was a cart covered in silver platters along with a pitcher of orange juice, water, and coffee.
“Thank you so much ,” I said graciously, fishing a twenty out of my purse. He nodded in response and left, closing the door behind him. I uncovered the platters to find a little of everything-sausage, bacon, eggs, grits, pancakes, fresh fruit, bagels… Regg had gone all out . Lindsey emerged from the bathroom dressed in a robe with her wet hair piled high on her head.
“Mmmm , something smells delicious. Did you order this?” she asked, grabbing a piece of sausage and greedily taking a bite.
“No, apparently Mr. Jones had this sent up to us ,” I said mockingly.
“Well thank God, I am starving .” I shook my head at her and made my way to the bathroom. My appearance reflected the way I felt this morning. Shitty. I decided on a hot shower to help clear my head. As the hot water cascaded over my body, I let the memories of last night come back to haunt me. Luke had sent Regg and PROSPECT to check on me. I knew it . Why could he not have come himself? Why did he even care? I was pissed that he sent Regg. I was pissed that he felt the need to control me. I was pissed that I was in this hotel. But, I was mostly pissed at myself . My body and heart were betraying me. My nerves sung out with the hopeful promise to feel his touch again and my treacherous heart fluttered at just the thought of talking to him today. Even his voice possessed me. Without him even being here I felt his presence, because I knew deep down that he was responsible for me being here.
My strong will and never bending pride took over as a sense of pure rage engulfed me. Who in the hell did he think he was? I
“Reservation for Reggie Jones ,” Regg announced to the attendant.
“ID Mr. Jones?” Regg present ed his ID and we were soon being escorted to the elevator. My feet hurt, my head hurt, and I was on the verge passing out. Lindsey seemed to be in no better shape. We walked down the hall of the hotel and Regg opened the door to a suite. He ushered us in and handed me the key.
“Do not leave. Someone will be here in the morning to take you to your car. Understand?” Fun Regg was gone and in his place was stern, demanding, no-nonsense- biker, Regg. I nodded my head in agreement, not wanting to argue only sleep. “You have Luke’s number. Call if you need anything.” With that, Regg and the PROSPECT turn and leave. I collapsed on the bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke the next morning with a start. As I sat straight up in the bed, I took note that I was fully dressed and smelled of booze. My hair was a tangled mess and it took me a moment to remember the previous night. I looked around the large spacious room. The balcony doors leading outside were open and a cool breeze was blowing in despite the hot weather we usually had for September. I heard the shower running, and not seeing Lindsey, assumed it was her. A light rap sounded at the door and I scrambled out of bed to see who it was. I opened the door to find an older gentleman delivering room service.
“Miss Knox?” he asks kindly.
“Yes, I am Miss Knox.”
“Mr. Jones had this sent up for you.” I opened the door wider to allow the man to come inside. With him was a cart covered in silver platters along with a pitcher of orange juice, water, and coffee.
“Thank you so much ,” I said graciously, fishing a twenty out of my purse. He nodded in response and left, closing the door behind him. I uncovered the platters to find a little of everything-sausage, bacon, eggs, grits, pancakes, fresh fruit, bagels… Regg had gone all out . Lindsey emerged from the bathroom dressed in a robe with her wet hair piled high on her head.
“Mmmm , something smells delicious. Did you order this?” she asked, grabbing a piece of sausage and greedily taking a bite.
“No, apparently Mr. Jones had this sent up to us ,” I said mockingly.
“Well thank God, I am starving .” I shook my head at her and made my way to the bathroom. My appearance reflected the way I felt this morning. Shitty. I decided on a hot shower to help clear my head. As the hot water cascaded over my body, I let the memories of last night come back to haunt me. Luke had sent Regg and PROSPECT to check on me. I knew it . Why could he not have come himself? Why did he even care? I was pissed that he sent Regg. I was pissed that he felt the need to control me. I was pissed that I was in this hotel. But, I was mostly pissed at myself . My body and heart were betraying me. My nerves sung out with the hopeful promise to feel his touch again and my treacherous heart fluttered at just the thought of talking to him today. Even his voice possessed me. Without him even being here I felt his presence, because I knew deep down that he was responsible for me being here.
My strong will and never bending pride took over as a sense of pure rage engulfed me. Who in the hell did he think he was? I
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