my fingers off my kneecap, I am so scared, I keep my head down get ready for the assault.
Abruptly I feel one of them reach around me and pick me up, I tighten in my ball. Where are they taking me? I am so petrified. I keep my head down not wanting to know where I am going. Then I hear a series of loud “boo’s.” The arms that hold me wrap around me tighter and as we move I hear in my ear, “Are you ok kitten?” What?
I lift up my head from my chest and see Jonathan, he is here, he is carrying me, and he saved me. Where did he come from? How is he here? I instantly relax and wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into his hair. “I’m good now that you’re here.” I whisper and I feel him take me out of the club and into the cold of the outside, he then sweeps me into the SUV and Marcus closes the door for us.
Once inside Jonathan takes off his coat and puts me in it. Grabbing a blanket from the passenger seat and tucks it over and around my legs. He leans forward to the console and turns up the heat inside. The whole time he tends to me, I keep my head down, and I am crying profusely. I cry in large heaping sobs that cause my make up and nose to run down my face and onto my lap. I must look a mess, and I am getting all this on his jacket.
With my head hanging down, I feel a handkerchief thrust into my hand. I am grateful and begin to wipe my face off, the white cloth is quickly brown and black and pink with my makeup and tears. Then a crystal cut glass is put into my view, “Here, drink this.” Jonathan says very softly.
“Wwwhhatt is it,” I stutter.
“Brandy, it will warm you up and calm you down.” He tells me.
“Ok,” and I drink. It goes down smooth and warm. After a few sips I sit back with my head still low, a glass of bandy in my right hand and a dirty handkerchief in my left. I am not sure how long we have been sitting in the car, but we have not moved. Jonathan has been still but I feel his presence next to me on my right.
Soon I feel his left arm around my shoulders and his right thumb reaches through my hair and onto my chin. He crooks it and brings up my face to look at him. “Hey, are you all right? How do you feel? Do you want to go to the hospital?” Jonathan’s face is grim with concern and worry. The way he is looking at me is calming even in my state.
“How did you, I mean why are you, I…”
“Later ok? Later. Just let me tend to you for a minute. Ok?”
“Ok.”
“So, hospital? Yes or no.”
“No, I am technically ok.”
“Good.” He sounds relieved.
I smile, and finish my brandy. Jonathan smiles back, refills mine, and picks up his. Marcus opens the passenger door, puts my workbag on the seat, and walks around to the driver’s side. “Let’s go.” Jonathan tells him, and we pull away from the club. I lean into his shoulder and close my eyes, wanting to forget the past hour of my life. I don’t even notice where we are going, but in a few minutes I can feel the SUV go down a small hill and we come to a stop. Our door is opened and I see a formally dressed valet with a long dark grey coat and gold epaulettes on the shoulders. He is also wearing a dark grey cap and a gold whistle on a long chain around his neck.
“Good evening Mr. Ellis.” The valet greets us, and Jonathan steps out of the car. He turns around and grabs my hand, helping me out as well. After I get out I can see we are in an under ground parking garage. I pull Jonathan’s jacket around me to cover everything up. It is just long enough to skim past my butt. “Hello Miss, welcome to the Ritz Carlton.”
“Thank you,” I reply but I try not to look at him, as I am sure my face is a mess. Jonathan whisks me into a beautiful small elevator, and presses the 20 button. I keep my eyes on the tile floor and huddle into the crook of his arm. We ride up in silence. The doors open on the twentieth floor and there is a security guard and concierge at a large
Abruptly I feel one of them reach around me and pick me up, I tighten in my ball. Where are they taking me? I am so petrified. I keep my head down not wanting to know where I am going. Then I hear a series of loud “boo’s.” The arms that hold me wrap around me tighter and as we move I hear in my ear, “Are you ok kitten?” What?
I lift up my head from my chest and see Jonathan, he is here, he is carrying me, and he saved me. Where did he come from? How is he here? I instantly relax and wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into his hair. “I’m good now that you’re here.” I whisper and I feel him take me out of the club and into the cold of the outside, he then sweeps me into the SUV and Marcus closes the door for us.
Once inside Jonathan takes off his coat and puts me in it. Grabbing a blanket from the passenger seat and tucks it over and around my legs. He leans forward to the console and turns up the heat inside. The whole time he tends to me, I keep my head down, and I am crying profusely. I cry in large heaping sobs that cause my make up and nose to run down my face and onto my lap. I must look a mess, and I am getting all this on his jacket.
With my head hanging down, I feel a handkerchief thrust into my hand. I am grateful and begin to wipe my face off, the white cloth is quickly brown and black and pink with my makeup and tears. Then a crystal cut glass is put into my view, “Here, drink this.” Jonathan says very softly.
“Wwwhhatt is it,” I stutter.
“Brandy, it will warm you up and calm you down.” He tells me.
“Ok,” and I drink. It goes down smooth and warm. After a few sips I sit back with my head still low, a glass of bandy in my right hand and a dirty handkerchief in my left. I am not sure how long we have been sitting in the car, but we have not moved. Jonathan has been still but I feel his presence next to me on my right.
Soon I feel his left arm around my shoulders and his right thumb reaches through my hair and onto my chin. He crooks it and brings up my face to look at him. “Hey, are you all right? How do you feel? Do you want to go to the hospital?” Jonathan’s face is grim with concern and worry. The way he is looking at me is calming even in my state.
“How did you, I mean why are you, I…”
“Later ok? Later. Just let me tend to you for a minute. Ok?”
“Ok.”
“So, hospital? Yes or no.”
“No, I am technically ok.”
“Good.” He sounds relieved.
I smile, and finish my brandy. Jonathan smiles back, refills mine, and picks up his. Marcus opens the passenger door, puts my workbag on the seat, and walks around to the driver’s side. “Let’s go.” Jonathan tells him, and we pull away from the club. I lean into his shoulder and close my eyes, wanting to forget the past hour of my life. I don’t even notice where we are going, but in a few minutes I can feel the SUV go down a small hill and we come to a stop. Our door is opened and I see a formally dressed valet with a long dark grey coat and gold epaulettes on the shoulders. He is also wearing a dark grey cap and a gold whistle on a long chain around his neck.
“Good evening Mr. Ellis.” The valet greets us, and Jonathan steps out of the car. He turns around and grabs my hand, helping me out as well. After I get out I can see we are in an under ground parking garage. I pull Jonathan’s jacket around me to cover everything up. It is just long enough to skim past my butt. “Hello Miss, welcome to the Ritz Carlton.”
“Thank you,” I reply but I try not to look at him, as I am sure my face is a mess. Jonathan whisks me into a beautiful small elevator, and presses the 20 button. I keep my eyes on the tile floor and huddle into the crook of his arm. We ride up in silence. The doors open on the twentieth floor and there is a security guard and concierge at a large
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