You Are Mine, Baby (L.H) - PART 6

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YOUR POV

As I lay, tossing and turning not getting any sleep, I couldn't handle not seeing him any longer.

I pulled my phone off the bedside table and opened my messages.

Still nothing from him.

I sighed, as I pulled up Michael's name.

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I called a cab and as I waited Michael text me the name of the hotel.

I made a note of it in my phone, knowing I'd forget otherwise.

I sat on the sofa, and waited rather impatiently for the cab to arrive.

After 15 long ass minutes the cab pulled up and I raced out to it.

I jumped in and gave the cab driver the address.

I didn't even know what I was going to do when I got there.

But giving him that ass kicking I'd promised Michael sounded satisfying.

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The cab pulled up outside the hotel and I paid him, then climbed out.

I didn't wait, I just ran.

I ran inside.

I ran to the elevators.

I ran through the hallways once I was on his floor.

And once I was at his door, I froze.

The adrenaline was pumping within me but now I was stuck.

What did I do?

Did I text Michael as ask him to let me in?

Did I knock?

If I knocked would they hear?

What if they were asleep and I disturbed them?

They had a show tomorrow.

Was I being completely inconsiderate?

I huffed and kicked myself internally for overthinking things.

He'd hurt me and he deserved to be woken.

I didn't even care anymore.

I balled my hand up into a fist and thumped on the door.

"Luke! I know you're in there! Open this goddamn door!" I yelled.

I heard a few noises from inside, a few muttering voices and finally the door swung open.

Luke stood on the other side, dishevelled hair, and a pair of pj pants on.

His chest was bare.

I gulped as my eyes scanned his body.

His pants were hanging low at his waist, his v-line very visible.

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