Fourtris - A different love story **FINISHED**

Chapter 14.

Tris' POV

The flight was silent, it wasn't an awkward silence, it was a comfortable one. I mean I wanted to talk to Four, but he's been distant since we started going out. I don't know what's eating him.
I called up the hotel to cancel one of our rooms, which means me and Four can share. The hotel we're staying at is supposedly the most expensive hotel in all New York.
When we land we collect our luggage and catch a taxi. I like the way taxis work in America, you just stop one on the streets, whereas in England, you have to call them and wait for them to arrive.
The taxi ride was again silent. Right I've had enough of this. I'm going to question it, but not here, I'll ask after we arrived at the hotel suite.
As the taxi pulls up, I step outside and my jaw drops. It is beautiful. I look at our booking confirmation again, my eyes pop out of my eye sockets when I see how much this hotel cost us. $45,000 a night. We're here for a whole week. That's so much money.
I am still in awe as we enter the hotel lobby, above the reception it says in large gold letters 'Four Seasons'. We check in and receive two cards which are our keys. Our suite is called Ty Warner Penthouse and it is right at the top of the hotel. We enter the hotel suite and I am again in awe. There are floor-to-ceiling windows, calfskin leather walls. There is a grand piano by the windows. I drop my bag on the couch and walk up to Four who is stood by the window, the view is breathtaking. You can probably see all of New York.
I break the silence, I have to.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" He just nods.
Right that's it. "What is wrong with you Four?, you've not spoken to me since we left Birmingham". I snap
He looks at me shocked, but the shock is soon replaced by a frown.
"I haven't been honest with you Tris" he says with hurt in his voice.
"Wha-what do you mean?" I ask.
"As you've probably guessed, Four is not my real name, it - it's -" he stops
"It's okay, you don't have to" I say trying to reassure him, although I really want to know his real name.
"Tobias" he blurts out. I am shocked. He then continues "That's not the only thing" and with that he took his leather jacket off, letting it fall on the floor. Where is this going? He then takes his t-shirt off and let's it fall on top of his jacket.
I gasp in shock. There are white scars all over his back. They look like whip scars. I run my finger over one of the scars, he flinched in response so I pulled my hand away.
"Wh-who did this to you?" I whisper.
"My father, Marcus. It started when I was 5, after my mum passed away. He blamed it on me. Every day, every single fucking day he would come home and whip me with his belt. He got worse and sometimes I had to take time out of school because of pain, or a black eye" he says, I can hear hurt in his voice.
I hug him from behind, wrapping my arms around his torso.
"He's dead, he died 2 years ago. I ran away when I turned 18, I moved away to England and went to university. I've never told anyone the real reason why I left. I didn't want to seem like a coward" he said
"You're a lot of things, but coward isn't one of them" I whisper against his bare, scarred back.
He turns around and wraps his arms around me and kisses me passionately. I can tears on his cheeks, there he was. My Tobias. My poor, broken Tobias.
The kiss gets more hungry and his eyes are burning with desire. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us into our bedroom and he throws me on the bed. He took my t-shirt off, and looked at me with a sexy smirk on his face. I look at him confused and then looked down at my chest. Shit, I forgot that I didn't put a bra on because I find it too uncomfortable on such a long journey. He takes my jeans off but struggles at the bottom as they're too tight. I let out a giggle and help him. He unbuckles his belt and let's his jeans drop on the floor. He drags his pants down letting his erection spring free. Wow he is huge. He climbs on top of me and his lips crash onto mine. He bites my lip for entrance, I moan in response and let him. Our tongues are exploring each other, he breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck and I let sigh. As he gets down to my boobs he starts sucking on my nipple and gently biting them. I let out a loud moan, he grins against my skin and starts trailing kisses down my stomach. He starts reaching into his pockets but I stop him. He looks at me confused and I giggle. "I take contraception now" I tell him. I went to the doctors and she suggested having an injection every 6 weeks, she said it's effective immediately, however it only provides 95% protection so there is still 5% chance I get pregnant.
Hi smiles a big sexy grin and slams into me. I let out a loud moan and he does the same. I can feel all of him and he can feel all of me now. He quickly picks up his pace, it feels like we're going forever until I can feel myself building up. We find our release together exploding around each other, he collapses on top of me, we're both breathing heavily. He shifts over next to me, and puts his arm around me, pulling me close.
His breathing steadies as I watch him fall asleep. My beautiful, broken man. I close my eyes and drift off deep sleep.