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.

but I've already fallen flat on

at myself and then opened the car door to head into the hotel on my

meant he didn't want to

be upset, I couldn't

couldn't just ask him to stay, even

in the lobby and said,

the guard agreed, Ernest came over, "No need,

if there was real danger, a security guard might not cut it, but Ernest

come up with

on me as I led the way with the

I made sure both of them came into the room

whisked away by Henrik, so my bags were

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

like mute, neither

luggage into the car, but

dialed her number, but got no

brow. Then he turned

here in the