Chapitre 20: Chapter 20
Ezra checks himself into the same hotel Rose is in. Just to stay close to her he says to himself knowing his intentions aren't one hundred percent pure. He settled into his hotel room and makes a few phone calls to check on things back at The Basin. He'll have to go back there soon but hopes that Rose will accompany him.
He doesn't want to force her or scare her into anything, but he finds himself extremely irritated that the spell doesn't seem to be working on her. He's not known to be gentle or kind, or even caring at all, towards anyone. Period. No one. He never wanted a wife or a woman to be by his side and help him rule, until he was promised Rose. And he watched her, and loved her.
Based off what he knew, she was supposed to see him and jump on him and be so deeply in love that it hurt her physically to be away from him. She shouldn't be able to run from him. To reject him. He finds himself getting heated from anger and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He stares at the liquid in his glass as he swirls it around before swallowing it in one gulp. He slams it down on a nearby table. She was supposed to be the one person who wanted him and she's hiding from him in this random hotel in this random city.
He has no business being here, chasing this girl. "I should go in her room and snatch her out of there and carry her kicking and screaming back to The Basin with me and lock her up until she realizes she's an idiot and she loves me." He thinks to himself.
"I can't sit here all night and hope she makes a move. What would I even do if I ran into her." He laughs to himself. Shaking his head. "Wow. I've really lost it this time."
He pours himself another shot of whiskey and slams it down his throat. Enjoying the burn, he hisses out a breath of air. At that moment he decided he'd go to a pub nearby. Get a beer, maybe pick up a woman to get his mind off Rose.
He grabs his keys and walks out the door, immediately he slams into a small, soft body and grabs her arms to catch her before she falls.
Once she collects herself and looks up at him he realizes what a beautiful woman this is gazing back at him, seemingly admiring him too.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy, I was lost in thought and didn't hear your door open." He watches her red lips as she talks and can't help but to lick his own. "As was I, I practically ran out and didn't look both ways before crossing." He winked at her.
She lets out a small laugh and clears her throat, "I'll make sure I don't stumble into anyone else tonight on my way to dinner, have a great night." She sweeps past him and continues down the hallway to exit the hotel. He watches her hips sway in her red dress, perfectly accentuated by the red high heels clicking farther and farther away.
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