Held Captive

Dissension

Laylah's POV

I sit in the car as I patiently wait for Vixen. We'd stopped for gas and he was currently in there getting more snacks for the road. I still was so confused by the whole thing. I wanted to think nothing of it but I just couldn't shake the fact that he seemed so urgent to leave. The door opens and he eyes me as he tosses the stuff in the back. He holds out some sour patched kids and I shake my head. 

I couldn't stomach food right now. My period started two days ago and lets just say the cramps were far from gone. He eyes me skeptically but doesn't ask any questions as we pull onto the road again. "Wanna tell me what's on your mind?" 

His voice is low and deep and courses through my body in places I had no idea even existed. "Nothing. I'm just tired." 

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and to my surprise doesn't push me on it. I lay my head against the window and let myself drift off until I'm shaken awake what feels like moments later. "We're here." 

I look around and see we're in front of a large hotel that looks so neat and pristine that it feels illegal to even look at. The place screams money. Money that I didn't have. "Are you sure we're at the right place?" I ask, hesitantly. 

He nods and unloads the stuff from the car, throwing the duffel bags over his shoulder. He throws his keys at Drew who I notice is dressed as valet and continues inside. Confusion washes over my face but Drew snaps me out of it as he tilts his head towards Vixen who is impatiently waiting for me near the entrance. I follow after him as one of the many guards hands him an envelope and two key cards. 

"Tell me the truth." I stare straight ahead as the elevator doors shut. He hits the button for the 25th floor which also appears to be the middle level. My dad always taught me that the middle was perfect because it was not too close to the ground but not too high up in case anything were to happen. I was almost positive that he knew that too. 

"About?" He asks and I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.

"I know that whatever's going on here has to do with more than just my birthday. You seem..tense." 

He steps in front of me and it's like he sucked all the air out of the room. "I just want this week to be perfect."

I stare into his eyes and it's like all my worries completely subside as I melt into him. "It will be."

He drops everything and smashes his lips down on mine. My back hits the wall hard and I clutch his shirt in my hands. My mind feels fuzzy and my heart races as he completely invades all my senses and makes me forget the fact that we're in a public elevator that can stop at any moment. 

A moan slips from my lips as his tongue forces its way into my mouth and collides with mine. He palms my ass and pulls me flush against him, lifting me a bit so I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. My cheeks flush and all at once i'm overwhelmed by the feel of him. He's everything I ever wanted. One look from him had me ready to pass out yet here I was, pushed up against a wall with this gorgeous man devouring my mouth.  

His hand travels under my shirt and he lightly trails his fingers across my stomach. I was borderline panting as I pushed him away, suddenly not being able to take it anymore. We'd done so much more yet my head was still spinning as I struggled to catch my breath. Even now it was still hard to wrap my head around the fact that I was Vixen Slaughter's girlfriend. I mean come on. He could literally have anyone. Why choose me. It all felt like some stupid prank.

"What's wrong?" He furrows his eyebrows, not putting any distance between us. I go to answer but before I can open my mouth the sound of the elevator doors opening register in time for me to snap out of it. I try to push Vixen off of me but he won't budge as he looks down at me expectantly.