Once Upon A Prostitute

CHAPTER 13 - SPACES

☝️ how I imagine the caravans.

Luke

Elijah welcomes me with a punch to my stomach as soon as I walk into the hotel room. It's a light punch but I wasn't expecting it, so I double over.

"That's for not answering any of our calls." He says. I contemplate on tackling his legs standing beside me but decide against it.

"And bailing on us at the party" Tim adds in a slur. Is he still drunk?

"Dude" I say as I straighten up. "I sent an sms"

"Yeah, by 8:30 this morning. And then you show up by 1:30pm. What the fuck, Dude. I had to make sure their drunk asses got here last night" he waves his arm to Tim and Jake who are sprawled in an undignified manner on the bed. "Do you know how frustrating that was? Where were you?" He demands.

I had gone home after leaving the caravans early this morning. I took a shower, then went off to the golf course for the meeting. My mom texted me to pick up a cake from Eve's corner, so I stopped by the diner after the meeting. I remember how beautiful Mina looked standing there at the counter. I wanted to kiss her lips all over again. I delivered the cake to my mom, ate some food, and came straight to The Cove. I don't know what these boys are yapping about.

"Gosh you sound like my mom" I say as I make to step past him into the room. I take two steps before I go crashing to the floor. The son-of-a-bitch tripped me with his foot.

"You should throw in some blows as well Elijah." Tim slurs again raising his head slightly "what kind of idiot bails on his friends at a party he invited them to?"

Elijah starts towards me, this time with raised fists.

I raised my palms "okay, hands up. You're right guys. I'm sorry." He glares at me but puts his fists down and goes to sit on the sofa.

"Something came up" I explain, getting up from the floor. "And then this morning we had a meeting with a client."

On a Saturday?" Tim's slur is becoming quite annoying to hear.

"Shut up and go back to sleep Tim" I snap. I sit on the long couch and rub my eyes. I am suddenly so tired. I didn't get much sleep last night.

"That's the look of the guy who was banging something all night". Elijah snorts.

This boy needs a filter on his mouth. "Elijah" I groan.

He stands up abruptly. "I am right, right?" He wiggles his eyebrows up and down in an annoying way and pointed a finger at me. "You got some quality, banging sex last night"

I lay down on the couch. "Shut up"

"See why you should take my advice more seriously. Say I was right, and I'd shut up. I know I am right" he insists

There was quality sex alright, but it had nothing to do with surprises or Olivia. "You know nothing Elijah"

"Asshole" he mutters and walks over to the phone. "I'm ordering room service"

"You're paying for it" I say, eyes closed.

"What? Your family owns this hotel"

"My family owns this business" I retort dryly. "Emphasis on the word business".

He grunts something and waves me off before he begins to speak into the receiver. There is no way I am letting Elijah pay for anything here and he knows it. I just like to rile him up a little bit.

I must have drifted off to sleep because I'm jostled awake by Elijah kicking my legs which are hanging off the couch. Why does he have to be so violent?