Learn The Game

ALFRED

Chapter 12

When Tatum was leaving I was a little disappointed, simply because I didn't achieve my goal at getting her in bed. Through I will find a way to put a check mark next to that on my to-do-list. I couldn't sleep at all last night I don't know why, I just couldn't.

I was just walking around the hotel in my grey cotton shorts. I didn't mean to appear in front of Tatum's door when she opened it. I wasn't trying to go see her or something I was just walking around at the wrong time. Then again it was possibly the right time because now I know where she's heading , hopefully I could get Clay to agree and go to France with me. 

Day breaks through the curtains that are on the far end of my bedroom. I walk out of the room yawning, and I could see that Clay was helping himself with some coffee, and using his favorite mug. Which has unicorns on it, I don't know why but he just is obsessed with them. 

"He you don't look like you had any sleep at all." He smiled taking a sip out of his white mug with unicorn imprints on it.

"I didn't." I grumbled at him. 

"By the way later today were leaving." He was blowing on his coffee now. Through he was leaning against the black marble counter, just like he does at work when it's break time. But then again he is at work, because he works for me. 

By what he said was like electricity going straight through me and making me come to life. "Where?!" I spoke with energy, and Clay was taken back by that.

"France, so go pack you bags." He looked at me weirdly and went back to work on his laptop walking towards his wooden desk. 

I tried my best to seem calm because I didn't want Clay to seem suspicious. Simply because he would try to force the thought of me actually having feeling for some little thing. Just how he has feeling on a girl that I have no idea for who she is. And yet he won't tell me anything about her besides that there together. 

I soon had all of my eight suit cases packed, and ready to go, when I left my room to go see if Clay was done with his work and ready to leave this place. I walked up to see what he was doing on the balcony outside. I cracked open the door to see if I could hear a quick peak of there conversation to try and find out who he was talking too. But Clay had saw me and motioned me to come over there.

"Would you want to speak to your father right now?" He questioned as he had the phone bared into his chest. 

What the hell is wrong with him thinking that I would want to talk to that old retched man. "No." I snarled, why would Clay even be talking to him? He shook his head and went back to talking to the man full of shit. 

A verge of anger waved over my body, probably from the word Father. Before my demons come out and I have no control of them. I decided to go out for a walk, I didn't want to destroy another hotel room. I pulled my black opaque sunglasses over my eyes, and my black hat covering most of my hair. I slipped on my black combat boots that I haven't worn in a while. My outfit was fine simply because I had blue ripped jeans, and a white t-shirt. 

I stormed out of the room, trying not to slam the door but did anyway. When I walked out of the front doors, I felt the warm breeze against me. With the sun shining among my body, I had my hands stuffed into my pockets of my jeans. I kept my head down hoping that no one would notice me.

I walked faster and faster as the beast was ready to escape the cage that I try to keep it in. I walked as long as I could to try and calm down. Soon the nagging in my hands to punch something or to throw whatever is in my way, was slowly wearing away. I was only a few minutes away from the hotel when I got a text from Clay.