Chapter 11: Chapter Eleven - What Is He Up To?

Everly

“I find it unbelievable that you thought this was alright!” I retort to Orson as we head for the elevator.

I am pissed at him for changing our reservation without telling me. Who does that? Why the hell would he want to do it? It means we will be stuck together this entire trip. It makes no sense. I can’t shake the feeling that he’s got something up his sleeve.

"I had the idea that we could get to know each other better during this time. We can share our darkest secrets.” He smirks as we step in.

I let out a loud scoff. “You couldn’t handle my secrets.”

“Oh, I can handle anything.”

He seems sure of himself. No, I think “cocky” is a more accurate word. The doors close, and Orson presses the floor we are staying on. He steps closer to me as we go up. He stops just inches from me. There is no need for him to be so close.

My fists clench at my sides as I resist the temptation to slap him. “Get out of my personal space,” I warn.

He refuses to listen! Of course, he doesn’t because he doesn’t listen to anyone. In moments, he’s close, his hand presses to the wall near my head.

“I could handle your secrets and you.” He replies, his voice low and raspy.

Is he actually attempting to be seductive? He doesn’t stand a chance with me.

I place my hand on his chest and forcefully push him away from me. “I wouldn’t have sex with you if it were to save the world.”

“I would give you the best sex and the most intense orgasm of your life, sweetness.”

My head falls back as I laugh loudly. “I doubt it. You’d just be one more disappointment on the list.”

Orson stares at me silently, his glare intense. Annoyance is clear on his face. Is this why he wanted us in one place? Does he honestly believe we will hook up on our trip? If that’s the case, he’s completely out of touch with reality. I would absolutely never have sex with him, no matter what. Silence fills the rest of the ride up; it’s an uncomfortable silence. I can’t wait to get away from him. As soon as we stop and the doors open, I rush to our suite. I’m stuck at the door because he has the key cards. I groan, waiting impatiently for him. He’s definitely dragging his feet just to get on my nerves.

He finally catches up and lets us in. My eyes widen the moment I enter. It is bigger than my apartment. It’s got a kitchen, a balcony, and everything else we require. It is as beautiful as the lobby. I should have expected this. It is an expensive hotel.

Ignoring him, I walk away and claim a room. They are located right next to each other. I swear, he better not bring someone back to our room. Listening to him have sex would traumatise me. He would make sure they were loud enough just to get to me.

I enter one of the rooms. It has a king-size bed. A huge TV is mounted on the wall. Although the colours are plain white and cream, the room is still beautiful. I slam the door behind me, dumping my case on the bed. I wish the door had a damn lock on it. He’ll enter my room without a second thought. There is no escaping him. He will be there when I wake up and when I go to sleep. We have work tomorrow, which means I will be stuck with him all day. This afternoon might be my only opportunity to escape him for a couple of hours.

I toss myself on the bed, testing it out. I sink into it. Sleeping in it will be heavenly. I am tempted to nap, but I won’t. I slept during the flight; more sleep now means no sleep tonight. I’ll take a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet. I close my eyes, enjoying the calm, until my door bursts open.

“You are going to sleep again?”

“No. I was enjoying the quiet until you ruined it. What do you want? You can’t just barge in here any time you want without knocking.” I hiss.

His response is delayed, but I hear him coming towards the bed. Looking up, I noticed him standing at the foot of my bed.

“I am free to do whatever I want. I paid for this room. That bed is awfully large for a single person. Are you sure you don’t want some company?” He smirks.

God, he is such a creep. I pick one of the pillows up and throw it at him. “Get the fuck out,” I yell.

Sadly, he catches the pillow before it hits him. A loud laugh escapes him as he tosses it back.” When was the last time you got laid? You seem tense.”

“None of your business. Believe me, I have no shortage of men I can turn to whenever I want to have sex. I most likely have more sex than you do.”

If only he knew that I am paid for most of those hook-ups. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a date or been intimate with a man who isn’t a client.

“Oh, you mean the old man dick you like?” he asks, slyly.

I spring up and hurl the pillow at him again, connecting with his face. “He’s more of a man than you are. Now, get the fuck out, or I swear, I will knee you so hard in the balls you won’t be having sex for the next month.”

He’s pushing my buttons.

“Always so testy.”

My anger appears to be entertaining him. He heads for the door. I wait for him to leave, but he stops and turns to me. “I have booked us a table for eight at the hotel restaurant. I expect you to show up. If you don’t, I will take money out of your next paycheck for wasting my time.” He says smugly before leaving and closing the door.

I believe Orson was sent here by the devil to annoy me! I would say he can’t do that, but he can do whatever the hell he wants. He always does. I’ll be there, but I’ll be unpleasant and order the quickest food. He isn’t forcing me to spend my entire night with him.