Breakout

Chapter 4

The room shocked me. It was more of a suite than a room. I did not expect to see such fancy, lush furniture. I double checked the room number on the key and the number on the door. "Okay... This room looks more like a resort suite. I was expecting metal flooring, walls, and a metal framed bed. Not... this," I said, waving my hand.

The room looked to be a Victorian-style living area. It had a love seat, coffee table, a couple of lamps, and a plush rug. The flooring was a dark wood, with a matching wall paneling and red wallpaper. There were two brown wood doors on one end of the wall. I opened the one on the right to see a bathroom. A claw-foot tub, toilet, and double sink with a vanity. The floor was a cream-colored tile with a peach-colored wallpaper. The other door was the bedroom. A huge, red bed with a canopy over it took up most of the room. Along with it were a tall and short dark brown wood dressers, matching side tables with lamps on them, and another plush rug. The floor and walls of the room matched that of the living area. I put my bags down on the floor next to the door to the hallway and couldn't find any words to say.

"So, when do you want to start getting comfortable in here," Chase said.

"I think I will sleep on the bed. You can be a gentleman and take the couch," I said, moving my luggage to the room.

"Not happening, princess. They gave us one bed for a reason: to get used to sleeping in the same bed together. We're in this pairing for life," he replied.

"Nope. Not happening. I won't allow it. I have far more morals than you do, so no sharing a bed until we are forced to marry. Except, if I enact my plan as soon as I can, we won't be getting married. You're staying on the couch. End of story," I stated. I was not going to share a bed with him. "Fine, but eventually we will have to, whether you like it or not," he relented. He plopped down on the couch and began rummaging through his suitcase. I went into the bedroom and began to unpack. We had about fifteen minutes until Mr. Yates came to take our group on a tour before dinner. I dug through my suitcase for my brush so I could tame my curls a bit. I know what I am going to do, but I need to sit with Elana and figure out when to put it into motion, I thought to myself. My hair was in too much of a tangled mess that I decided to pull it up into a bun.

As I'm walking out of the room, I see that Chase had fallen asleep on the couch. Seriously, I thought while rolling my eyes. "Get up! Mr. Yates will be here soon to give us the tour," I yelled, smacking Chase with a pillow. "I'm Sleeping Hottie, so you need to be the princess and give me my True Love's Kiss to wake me," he said, laying the back of his hand on his forehead.

"How about I crush your family jewels instead? You won't be needing those," I growled.

"I'm up! No need to prevent the birth of our future children! How many do you want? I want 10. Maybe more. Maybe keep them close in age," he started rambling.

"There won't be any kids because I refuse to even be with you," I yelled.

A knock sounded at the door and I moved to answer it. "Are you two ready? We will be starting the tour now," Mr. Yates said.

"Yeah, let's get this over with," I sighed. Chase and I walk out of the suite, locking it behind me. The other two couples walk out of their respective suites and follow suit. "Now, if you will follow me. We will be going down the hallway and up the stairs," Mr. Yates said, "please, do not fall behind. We are on a very tight schedule." Elana skipped up to me and linked her arm through mine. "So, how is it with Chase," she asked. I just sighed and gave her this annoyed look. "I'll tell you at dinner. This tour should be interesting," I replied. This will be my chance to find the right place to begin mine and Elana's escape.