𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 | 18+ | ✓

f o u r t e e n

*listen to the song while reading if you wish!*

i'm sorry

S A L E M
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The jet lands, Abel and I step off. There are drivers waiting for us in the parking lot. Our luggage is carried to the car and placed carefully in the trunk by some private airport men.

We're now in Italy and it hurts me to say Abel was good at choosing this place for our wedding. Italy is beautiful. Everything about it so far just has my jaw to the floor.

Abel hasn't spoken to me since what happened in my room and I am glad. I'm still sexually frustrated and I barely remember saying the things I said about him. But deep down I know it's true. Who wouldn't want someone as good looking as him in their bed. I mean just look at him.

"What are you thinking about?" he finally speaks up while typing away on his phone. He's been on that thing this whole time and hasn't said a single word to me.

I pull the phone out his hands and hide it behind my back. He grumbles and holds his hand out, "Give it back."

"Not until you tell me why you were in my room when I woke up from my nap." I bargain. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms like a toddler not getting it's way.

"I wanted to see you before I married you, now give me my fucking phone before I kill you." he growls.

I laugh and hand him his phone back, "Feisty." I tease him. "And to think, I was gonna let you pop my cherry tonight." I joke.

His eyebrows fly up and he puts his phone down, "Sorry for my behavior." he quickly says and turns all of his attention to me.

My jaw drops and I form a disgusted look on my face, "I was kidding, ew."

He smirks, "That's not what you were saying earlier, now is it?"

"Shut up." I grumble.

We arrive at a massive hotel and I notice that there are no cars in the parking lot, "This place looks closed." I point out.

He glares at me before smirking, "What makes you think that?"

I raise a brow, "I don't know. Maybe the fact that there is literally no one here and the doors have a big ass lock on them?" I bicker.

"I own this hotel, Salem." he chuckles, "There's no people here as of right now, yes. But the wedding guests will be staying here. Our room is on the top floor."

I disregard everything he says but two words, "Our room?!"

He opens the door and helps me out the car, "Yes, our room."

Sorry, but the last thing I'd want to do is stay in a room with him. I'd end up pregnant, disabled, or even murdering him. Him and I sleeping in a room together is like a war bound to happen. He may not make it out alive.

We head to the double doors of the hotel and Abel undoes the locks. My suitcase rolling behind me, we step into the cozy lobby.

There are chairs on the right side of the room and an empty gold check in desk on the left. Of course it's gold, I think to myself. What else would I expect?