Caden’s mouth takes mine, and he doesn’t even realize he’s sucking all the air I have into him. Even if I can’t breathe properly, I want him more than I ever have. The burning desire he makes me feel isn’t normal. The way he makes my heart pound in my chest isn’t normal either. He kisses me ever so passionately, tenderly, and as if he needs me just as much as I need him. Pulling away, I gasp for air before I confess, “I need you, Caden.”
He leaves hot and wet kisses on my chin making his way to my neck. Rolling my head to the side, I close my eyes loving the feel of his lips on my skin. “You have me, Savannah,” he claims against my neck.
“Then take me.” I can’t stand it any longer. He needs to put out this fire burning in my stomach. This need that I have is consuming me slowly, and only he can fulfill it. He pulls away from me, and before I can protest, my shirt is suddenly gone. Standing in front of him showing him some of my intimate parts, his eyes burn brightly. He raises his hand to touch me, and I arch my chest begging him to hurry.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Frowning, I wonder where the banging noise is coming from, but I push it out of my mind as Caden moves closer to my aching breasts.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
There’s always a moment when you’re half in a dream and half awake. Hearing more banging on the door, I snap open my eyes fully coming out of the dream. My face burns hot as I try to shake away the erotic dream I was having about Caden and I. For a moment, I really thought it was happening, and feeling how wet I am, so did my lady parts. I huff out a breath wondering what time it is, and who the hell is at the door, when whoever it is keeps banging annoyingly.
Pushing the covers off me, I quickly get out of bed. Or I try to anyway. My foot somehow gets twisted inside the covers, and as I stand, I fall hard on the ground. “Son of a bitch,” I cry out, and that’s when I realize I’m freaking buck ass naked. I never sleep naked, and I vaguely remember drinking and smoking last night. Rubbing my knee for a moment, I grit my teeth at the carpet burn. But the damn banging continues on. “I’m coming! Give it a rest already.” Whoever is at the door is really getting on my bad side. Jumping up, I rush to find some clothes and quickly put them on. Once I’m dressed, I don’t even think about how else I look. It’s probably bad considering I woke up naked in bed and don’t really remember how I got that way. Jerking the door open, Mr. Chang the hotel manager, stops midway with his hand. Shit. This can’t be good. “What’s up, Mr. Chang?”
“You leave hotel. Today,” he sternly says in broken English while pointing a finger at me. Clenching my jaw, my stomach drops. Is he really kicking me out? “You too loud. Had customers leave hotel. You leave today.”
“Mr. Chang, please,” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Leave today!”
He doesn’t even bother with letting me explain or at least let me talk my way out of this. He turns his heels and rushes away like there’s a fucking fire about to burn his ass. “Dammit.” Letting out a heavy sigh, I slam the door shut and wonder what the hell am I going to do now?
Leaning my forehead against the door, I can’t believe I did this. I remember very clearly why I came back to my hotel room, got so fucked up, and I just got evicted. Turning around, I let my head fall back to knock it softly on the door. This is all Paul’s son’s fault. If Mike hadn’t tried to get me to suck his dick at work, I wouldn’t have walked out of work, stolen some tequila, and came back here to get those images out of my mind. He even had the freaking nerve to whip his little penis out at me. Like that would really change my mind about him harassing me. It does make me feel less like an irresponsible adult knowing I did knee him so hard in his crotch that he’s probably still feeling it today. Even so, I can’t afford to stay anywhere else considering I don’t have a job anymore. My savings is all but gone, and The Holiday Inn was the only hotel in town that gave me the cheapest rate.
Letting my eyes roam around the room, I say a little goodbye to the room and let out another sigh knowing it’s going to take me a while to pack up all my clothes. My head begins to pound, and I push myself off the door deciding to take a long and hot shower. My heart literally hurts knowing if I don’t have a job or a place to stay, I have to go back home. The thought of leaving without finding out who my birth mother is leaves a horrible taste in my mouth. Or that could be from last night’s fun gone wrong. My eyes begin to fill with tears, but I blink them away as I turn on the shower. There’s no one to blame but me, and I think that’s what makes it worse. I did this. I ended this trip with my stupid mistakes.
I just don’t know if I can go back home without knowing who Tammy Richards is and why she gave me away. This is probably for the best. Why would Tammy want to see me anyway? I’ve fallen so far into this hole of despair, and honestly I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t ever want to see me. I mean look at me. No job, no money, and I just got evicted. Way to go, Savannah.
Pushing my depressing thoughts out of my mind, I quickly shower. Once I’m finished, I step out and dry off. I don’t even bother with drying my hair and decide to just pile it on top of my head. After brushing the dirty taste in my mouth away, I find better and less dirty clothes to wear. Mom would be embarrassed if she saw how I’ve been living. It does make me smile knowing I’ll see her again. Even if this trip was pointless, I miss my parents a lot more than I thought I would. “At least I tried,” I say to myself as I grab my suitcase. Setting it on the bed, I begin to toss my clothes inside. Ignoring how much my head is pounding, I grab another handful of my things and right before I drop them inside the suitcase, I spot a note under two pills next to a glass of water on the bedside table. Letting the clothes fall out of my grasp, I quickly inspect the note because in a way, I already know who left it. And my stomach drops as I see the messy handwriting, and who signed it at the bottom.
Sassy Savannah,
You’re a wild child at heart. As much as I would love to stay all night and watch you sleep, I have a job to return to. Please take the pills. I’m sure you’ll have a killer of a hangover.
C.
P.S. We’re still havin’ that talk whether or not you remember what happened tonight.
Letting my head fall back for a moment, I curse out loud. This can only mean he was in my room last night, and I don’t remember what happened. It’s just bunch of blurry images and I really, really, really, hope I didn’t do something stupid like sleep with him. Having drunk sex with him would so be a bad idea. However sober sex with Caden … now that I can only dream about.
Wait.
I’ve already done that. Well sort of anyway.
Trying not to think too much of his promise of talking, I set the note back down and pick up the two white pills. Quickly washing them down with the water he left for me, I ignore the fact my stomach feels like it’s in knots. The thought of leaving Caden behind bothers me, and it’s something I don’t want to think about. So I do what I do best and lock it away in a box.
But the thing about boxes, they’re not really reliable. All it takes is one little thing, and it’s destroyed. Which is exactly what happens when someone knocks on the door again. Thinking it’s Mr. Chang again, I don’t hesitate to open the door.
When our gazes lock, that stupid box goes up in fucking flames.