Chapter 45
Finally, I'm able to get out of that joint, but now I have to try and book a room for a hotel or something because I'm in the very situation I was afraid of happening.
And I have no idea if Lincoln locked up the house.
I still don't know how he was able to lock the door in a way that caused me not to be able to open it even though my key was turning.
Must be part of his stupid security system. Maybe there's some other hidden deadbolt that he can activate in case he wants to lock someone out that he previously gave the code to.
After this morning and us having the kind of sex that we did, you would think that his attitude would thaw, but instead he doubled down and tripled down on his assholery.
I think it's really nasty of him to put me in a situation right now where I live there and have nowhere else to go, only for him to lock me out. I mean who's even taking care of Morris at this point?
So much for him needing someone to take care of his cat. He's going to seriously neglect Morris because of his stupid ego or whatever the hell is going on? Whatever.
It's been a while since I've booked a hotel anyway, not since I was traveling, and even then I slept in the little rental most of the time.
Booking the hotel is a breeze, and I fall onto the silky covers of this very large bed and breathe in deep with a smile. Everything smells so clean and so good, like it's been disinfected and sterilized. Just the way I like my hotels to smell.
You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to sleep.
Nobody to answer to right now, and later I'll have to get my stuff if Lincoln decides that he's going to be an asshole and keep me out.
But as much as I try to sleep, I can't understand for the life of me why the hell he got that enraged just because he couldn't reach me.
He really has some nerve, but damn if that sex wasn't good.
That was the best sex I ever had in my life, and that's why I'm so freaking confused, because I want to be angry with him, but right now the way he fucked me, the way I can still feel him moving inside of me from the latent pain of him leaving his mark, it's dulled all of my emotions.
All of the angry emotions. All I can think about is the memory of him growling and his thumb down my throat and him choking me. The way his big dick slid in and out of me. The way I could feel it filling up my belly every time he thrust inside.
All I can think about is that.
All I want is that.
Despite all of his annoyances and how mad I was with him, all I really want right now is for him to be here.
Lifting my phone, my thumb hovers over his contact.
No.
No you don't.
Girl, we're not about to look thirsty. Sleep.
Sighing, I turn back over onto my stomach. Need sleep.
Reset.
There's an incessant noise. My phone is on the nightstand and it's vibrating. The pinging noise accompanies it. The noise stops and it starts immediately again.
Groaning, I stretch my arms outward to hoist my upper body up over the pillow and reach over to my right to grab my phone.
My eyes narrow as the light blinds my sensitive retinas. Who the hell is calling me? My heart is in my throat thinking it might be my dad and something is wrong, but it's not.
It's Lincoln.
29 missed calls.
Oh my God I hope he's okay.
Opening up and unlocking my phone, there are texts as well.
Link: where the hell are you
Link: please pick up
Link: idgaf ur mad at me its important
Link: SOS. Do you have Mo0rris?
I'm very confused at the last text, or at least the last one I've read.
My thumb hits call, and Lincoln picks up on the second ring. He sounds like he's been running a marathon or he's currently outside jogging or something.
“Are you okay? What's going on?” I ask gingerly.
“I've been trying to reach you. I can't find Morris. Do you have him with you please tell me you have him with you.”
“No. You know I walked out without him today because of… everything that happened.”
“Oh my God,” he whimpers, sounding worried.
“What do you mean you can't find him? I thought he had a GPS on his collar. Does he not?” I ask, sitting up, worried myself.
“Yah, he does, but it’s not showing up for some reason.
He… someone left the door open. I think when you and Sarah were at the door.
And then Sarah didn't close it back and now I can't find him so the only thing that makes sense is that he got out.
I'm looking for him right now. I need to find him, Gabby. I don't know where the fuck he is.”
My heart is breaking because of how helpless Lincoln sounds, but it's also breaking because I am legitimately worried about Morris.
“Where are you?” I question, already rising and preparing myself to leave.
“Heading up to Ridge from Brammstroke.”
“Okay. I’m coming.”
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