His Queen (18+)

Chapter XVII

THE DEFLECTION

We just had to work it out,
And baby, I needed space.
Ain't nobody 'round here on your level
You're so far away.

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CHAPTER XVII

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BY THE TIME the sun had risen later that day, we were already at the next place we were going to be staying at until we were ready to go again. It was a hotel this time. An appreciated upgrade from the dinghy motel we stayed at, but it definitely wasn't five or even four stars.

It's star rating failed to bother me though. As long as the room was clean, the bathroom was clean and the sheets on the bed were clean, crisp and bedbug free, I was happy. And thankfully, this hotel seemed to tick all the boxes.

The reason, Daniel had said, why he were staying at all these types of low-profile places was because they didn't need ID. And if something didn't need ID, then nobody could prove where we had and hadn't been, thus making us harder to track.

It was smart, but I didn't really care about how high-class it was. In fact, I was more surprised that he could stay in all these places without a word of complaint. Knowing how he was raised, I assumed he was only used to expensive, highly rated places. Going on this 'trip' showed me how down to earth Daniel really was.

He could spend as much money as he wanted on material things and often times he did, but when things got rough, he never complained about what little he had. He always just appreciated it.

It made me wonder if he had spent his entire childhood living well with his father like I originally thought or if... maybe he lived with somebody else before that.

I needed to stop coming up with these theories. Especially when I didn't have the balls to find out the truth for myself.

After Daniel had signed in at the front desk, he led me through the reception, up the stairs and into the room he booked which had been located on the second floor. The door clicked shut behind us, filling the otherwise silent room with some inkling of sound as we both took our time to look around.

This room was a decent upgrade from the motel for sure. While the decor in the motel seemed more old-fashioned, like it had been put together in the eighties and only been maintained through the years, our hotel room was much more modern.

The bed was centered in the room, drawing your eyes to it immediately you stepped in and it was bestowed in high contrast white and dark, brown sheets that gave it a somewhat elegant feel. The headboard too was a rich dark brown faux-leather piece, making me question if this really was a three star hotel. What made a hotel three stars anyway?

By the window looking over a small swimming area, were two brown leather armchairs and a wooden coffee table with the stark white curtains pulled back. Beside them was a small desk with a magazine for the hotel and a telephone which I assumed we could use to call for room service.

"What do you want to eat?" Daniel asked me, making me turn to him as he cautiously took off his role and placed it on the bed.

I let my eyes roam over his whole body and fought the urge to answer with "you" before finally answering with, "seafood."

He looked at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Any dish in particular?"

"Anything with seafood."