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 fallen flat

at myself and then opened the car door to head into the

he didn't want to come up, didn't want

I knew I shouldn't be upset, I

couldn't just ask him to stay, even if I was scared. I

walked up to a security guard in the lobby and said, "Could you help

the guard agreed, Ernest came

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

"Better come up with us,

on me as I led

incident in mind, I made sure both of them came

room long before being whisked away by Henrik, so my bags were still packed and

wasn't just a bystander; he turned into a porter, with Ernest

were like mute, neither of

car,

number,

crease his brow. Then he turned to

in the car," I