No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

My ID and passport were all back at the hotel.

Yolande shot me a glance, then looked at Ernest, and went back to scrolling on her phone.

Ernest didn't say a word, acting as if he hadn't heard me at all.

I didn't repeat myself, knowing full well Ernest had heard me.

True enough, half an hour later, we pulled up in front of the hotel. Just as I was about to get out, Ernest said, "Yolande, go up with her."

I was taken from this hotel by Henrik before, and he was probably worried something like that might happen again.

"I'm kinda hungry. I'll grab something to eat over there," Yolande declined.

Ernest looked at her, but Yolande didn't meet his gaze and just walked off.

This woman had a cool edge to her, likely a part of what attracted Ernest to her.

There's an old saying, never make a man your everything, because when you don't, you become everything to him.

Seems there's some truth to it. Whether it was with Conrad or Ernest, I might have cared too much.

I've already

myself and then opened the car door

Yolande to accompany me meant he didn't want

knew I shouldn't be upset,

up, I couldn't just ask him to stay, even

guard in the lobby and said,

guard agreed, Ernest came over, "No need,

I didn't refuse. After all, if there was real danger, a security guard might not cut it,

the guard, "Better come up with us, you know,

on me as I led the way with the

incident in mind, I made sure both of them

room long before being whisked away by Henrik, so my bags

bystander; he turned into

were like mute, neither

we loaded my luggage into the car, but Yolande was

her number, but got

brow. Then he turned to

wait here in the car," I