***2 DAYS LATER***
It's been 2 days and none of the sex slave stuff has been talked about since Cam and I hooked up. I didn't know why, but I didn't question it. Something tells me though, I may be speaking too soon.
"Sel!" I hear my nickname being called from one of the guys' rooms.
I roll out of my bed and set my phone on the night stand and walk towards the sound of the shout.
I walk to the only door cracked open and peek my head in, seeing all the guys.
"Time to move on with our little...understanding." He suggests with a smirk.
I walk in the room cautiously, shutting the door behind me and find Cameron and curl into his grasp. He pulls me close into his body, making me feel a little safer. Just a little.
"We made up a schedule for you." Sammy continues to lead the group.
Matt leans over and hands a piece of paper to me from digging into his pocket.
I read over it and am a little taken back and speechless about how real this is all becoming.
I look over it from top to bottom and wasn't necessarily enthused about it like you'd imagine.
Monday- Sammy
Tuesday- Gilinsky
Wednesday- Matt
Thursday- free day
Friday- Nash
Saturday- Johnson
Sunday- Taylor
"What about you?" I look up at Cameron, hovering over me because of his tall figure.
"You can have me whenever you want." He whispers in my ear seductively and kisses my neck softly giving me the chills down my arms. "And I can have you whenever I want..." He adds and I don't like the sound of that, that much.
"Knock it off Cameron. Yeah, we get it, you banged already, well guess what, today is Sunday, my day." Taylor hops off the dresser and strolls over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room, no one saying a word to stop him.
When we shut the door behind us, Taylor slams me against the hallway wall and pins my arms down so he can kiss me aggressively.
"Taylor" I moan through his rough touch.
"Yes baby. Say my name."
"No, Taylor!" I push him off of me with as much strength as I could gather in one shove.
"What?!" He sighs frustrated.
"I know I don't have much say in all of this, but I feel like I don't know really anything about you. Can we please at least go out to lunch or something? Because if I don't know anything about you, how could I make love to you?"
"Nah baby. That's where you go wrong immediately... We aren't gonna make love, we're gonna f*ck." He smirks devilishly and drapes his arm around my shoulder and walks me to my room.
His words scare me so much. I really don't know if I can do this. I feel like this will be a continuous pattern. Me not being able to make up my mind if I want to do this or not. I think I still have that freedom at least. You know, the freedom to be able to back out if things get too scary.
•••
"So where did you grow up?" I ask Taylor taking my last bite of my steak I ordered. Taylor ordered the lobster.
He thankfully accepted my request of lunch and we spent the whole time getting to know each other better and that was good and all but it scared me every time a minute passed. It was one minute closer to going back to the hotel and you know...
"Princeton, Indiana. You?"
"LA. This tour is giving me the opportunity to even go anywhere else because I've never before."
