La Arquitecta

Chapter 13

Women could be strange at times, Seth thought. Zelina had barely said a word to him on their drive back to their hotel after Raw, even when he had tried to strike up conversation. He had been given the distinct impression that she didn't want to talk. It was as if he had done something to upset her, but when he had resorted to asking her that directly, she had curtly told him that he hadn't. It didn't make any sense.

Sitting in his hotel room, he was struggling to relax. He wasn't an argumentative person, and it got to him when he felt like something was wrong between him and a family member or friend. Or girlfriend, if that was what Zelina was at this point. They hadn't been clear with each on that yet, in the early stage they were at. All he knew was they had spent several amazing nights together, and he had thought things were going great.

During their nights together, Seth had found Zelina to be a rather cautious lover. The sex hadn't suffered all that much as a result, but he had quickly learned not to be too forceful or allow himself to get too carried away. She liked to take things at her own pace; making sure he explored her body with delicacy. In a way, he had found it kind of a turn on to have to restrict himself like that. But he did hope that with time she would come to feel more at ease with him.

That was if they even got that far, he thought with a sigh. Maybe her strange mood after the show was because she was considering breaking things off with him for some reason? He didn't know what that reason might be, since they hadn't had a fight, and so far as he knew, he hadn't done anything wrong. What he did know was that if she did break it off, it would make their fledgling working relationship extremely awkward.

"Should have thought about that before you went to that party and fucked her," he mumbled to himself. Maybe it really had been a mistake to get involved with her?

Seth's phone bleeped, signalling the arrival of a message. He was glad that someone had chosen to distract him from his train of thought. It wasn't leading anywhere he wanted to go. He picked up his phone from where he had distractedly thrown it on the bed and read the message.

Zelina Vega: Can you please come to my room? 227

Well, if she was going to break it off, the moment was seemingly at hand. He thought about sending a message back, but what was the point? It would be easier to go down to the second floor and hear what she had to say. It would hurt if she was going to end it, but it wasn't like he hadn't been in that positon before. He would get through it. Better now than after it had gotten serious between them.

With that resigned attitude, Seth left his room and descended to the second floor in an elevator. Room 227 happened to be quite nearly the elevators, so he was soon knocking on Zelina's door. While he waited a few seconds for an answer, he sighed, bracing himself for the worst.

The door opened and Seth was surprised by what he saw. He couldn't remember ever having seen a person look so downcast in his life. Something was clearly badly wrong, and he no longer thought he was the reason for it. That wasn't the vibe she was giving at all. No, something else was going on. Zelina didn't say anything; she just took a couple of steps back, looking at him with a scared expression on her face.

"What is it? What's happened?" he asked with concern, hurrying into the room and closing the door.

As soon as he approached her, Zelina burst into tears and almost collapsed against him, hiding her face against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his waist, holding onto him for dear life.

"Oh, God," he said, taken aback by what was happening. He had no idea where all this was coming from, or what had caused it. "What's wrong, Zelina. Try and talk to me," he encouraged, holding her. It felt like that was what she needed.