Chloe avoided all contact with Luke after that disaster of an outing the other day, staying holed up in the house until Maeve grew sick of her.Chloe could hear the sigh from a mile away before Maeve plopped her ass on the chair next to her.“Okay, what the hell is going on?”Chloe had the clueless look down to an art form. “What do you mean?”“Don't you pretend to not know what I'm talking about, young lady!” Maeve said in a mock stern manner.It was such a good imitation of her that Chloe burst out laughing, the sound effectively dissolving the tension. “Now, that was a good one.”“Don't try to change the subject, Chlo.” She gave her a pointed look. “Luke has been blowing up my phone for the last couple of hours, saying that you're not picking up his calls.”Uh-oh, that was exactly what I was afraid of.“Maeve…” Chloe drew her name out.“I know it's none of my business but the poor guy's in love with you!” Maeve exclaimed. “He trails about you like a lovesick puppy, and you don't ev
“Hey.” Chloe greeted, sliding into the booth.Amber slurped her drink greedily. “I honestly thought you weren't going to show up.”“Why? I was the one who reached out to you.”She shrugged. “Stranger things have happened.”A middle-aged woman with salt and pepper hair approached them then, clutching a battered-looking notepad. “What can I get you? That's if…you're ready to order.”Amber looked at her. Chloe picked up the menu, scanning the available dishes. Nothing appealed to her, besides her stomach wasn't settled enough for her to eat anything. “I'll get the chocolate milkshake, and maybe a bagel?”The lady turned to Amber with a questioning look. Amber raised her glass which had a red-looking drink in it. “I'll have some more Bloody Marys, please.”“Why here?” Chloe asked, looking around. “I would have expected something more high-end from you.”“This place belongs to a long-lost cousin of mine, although it was badly run down a couple of years ago before he reached out to my fathe
How could you be that foolish? Rebecca berated herself, stalking through the suite until she was in the hallway. She kept walking until she left the hotel and farther down until she saw a bar.Thinking it was a good idea to drown her sorrows in alcohol, she walked to the bar climbing on the nearest stool. “I'll have whatever's strong enough to knock me out please.” She told the bartender who only shrugged, probably seeing people like her come in every night.Rebecca groaned, dropping her head onto the hard granite counter with a thunk. It's pretty depressing that Sean wasn't even bothered enough to chase after her with an apology.“Your drink, ma'am.” The bartender spoke and she raised her head. He slid a tall glass filled with a peach-colored liquid and an umbrella at the top.She raised an inquiring brow at him. “What's this?”“Beach City or that's what the folks around here like to call it anyway.” He told her before his attention was diverted by other patrons.Rebecca examined he
Sean ran his hands through his carefully styled hair, sending it in different directions. Pacing up and down, he tried to find a way to calm down but with each passing moment, his heartbeat skyrocketed. Finally, the doctor came out, his face morose. Sean rushed over to him. “Hey doc, how is she? Any improvements yet?”The man's stoic expression didn't change. “She's stable for now, I did the best that I could to treat her with the limited equipment available.”Before he could what Sean knew he was about to say, Sean shook his head. “I'm sorry but I prefer she be treated here, doc.”The man shrugged. “That's entirely up to you. I do have some medications she's going to need when she comes out of it. The worst is her head and a gash in her upper thigh and feet but since I've treated it, she should be fine.”Sean bobbed his head slowly, taking in the information. “I'm just glad I got to her in time.”The doc didn't respond, busy arranging his things inside his bag to cart it off but not
Chloe rubbed her mittens together, burrowing her hands deep into her coat. Glancing over her shoulder, she shifted impatiently from foot to foot waiting for someone to answer her.She checked her wristwatch.Twenty minutes had gone by.Maybe this was a fucking mistake, Chloe thought chewing on her lower lip. Waiting for one more minute, when she didn't get a response Chloe walked away from the gate but she didn't get past five steps before she stomped back, jabbing the doorbell repeatedly.“For shit's sake, fucking answer me!” She cursed under her breath.As if the gate heard it, it moved a bit and she jumped away until the gate pulled to the side, enough for an old man's face to peer through.He squinted at her, trying to make out her features. “Who are you?!”Chloe's brain froze up for a moment before she remembered. “U-uh, my name is Chloe. Chloe Waters.” She chose her middle name in case of anything. Standing on tiptoe, she tried to crane her neck to get a good view into the house
The bags were crushed against her chest, heavier than she thought. Rebecca panted, dropping the bags on the floor so she could catch her breath.Bent over with a hand on her knee, Rebecca rummaged around in her purse for the key card Sean gave her.Swiping it against the door, it granted her access and she heaved the bags up lugging them into the apartment.Shutting the door behind her with her butt, Rebecca squinted in the dark trying to make out objects in the room.“Sean, I'm back!” She called out, setting the bags on the counter to reach for the switch, flipping the lights on. The living room looked exactly the way she left it but there was no sign of Sean. “Sean? Did you hear me? I got everything you wanted, except some…”“I'm in here!” Sean called back, his voice a bit muffled. It came from deeper in the house, probably the bedroom.Rebecca waited for him to come out but after a minute, she abandoned the groceries on the counter walking towards the bedrooms. “Sean, where are you
Chloe chewed on the bottom of her lip, staring at the address and the building next to her to confirm that they were one and the same.Satisfied, she tucked the address into her handbag, picking up the presents she'd randomly bought at the SuperMart. “This is it, the address is correct. Thank you.” She told the man who dropped her off, tipping him extra.The man counted the cash, his cheeks widening into a toothless grin. “Have a good day!”It was ironic that he had no idea how much she needed to hear that.Confidently crossing the road, she marched up the stairs into the beautiful hotel.Customary to all high-end hotels, she was stopped and frisked by the security guards to ensure she didn't carry any kind of explosives or damaging material into their building before she was granted access in.A kind-looking gentleman was standing at the reception, a ready smile on his face.Before leaving the cab, Chloe made sure to pop two buttons off her shirt rearranging the girls to look present
Sean stared at Chloe dash out of the room in shock, raising his eyes to Rebecca, who looked equally shocked.In hindsight, Sean knew that it was the shock rippling through his system that made him act the way he did.“Fuck!” He cursed under his breath, grabbing his shorts off the floor and jumping around as he tried to slide it up his legs. “Where are my damn shirts when I need one huh?”Rebecca sat up, still clutching the sheets firmly between her fingers like she was scared that Chloe would barge in at any moment. “Sean…where are you going?”He raised his head, only remembering that she was still in the room. “I need to go after her…Chloe.” He tacked on needlessly.Her mouth dropped open and if looks could kill, he might be six feet under. “Are you fucking with me right now? The woman you loved dumps you and comes crawling back, then you'll abandon everything and run after her?”Sean had an idea where this was going and he wasn't ready to deal with it, not right now at least. “Rebec