Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

THIRTY-THREE

The corridor was empty as we headed for the lift. So was the lift. And the main reception area. But outside the hotel... It was chaos. The moment one of the reporters saw Ethan and started yelling his name, the others joined in like it was a mass of noise that made absolutely no sense. Police were warning them all to stand back, and I felt my pulse in my throat as fear took over. I really did not like crowds.

Ethan pulled us over to lady on reception and said. "Taxi."

The lady who looked to be in her mid-forties, pale with blonde hair and brown eyes stared before she nodded and picked up the phone, glancing from us to the reports sitting out front. I jumped when the door to out front opened, the noise becoming deafening. Ethan hugged me to his front, and silent reminder that he was there and wouldn't let harm come to me. Of course, that was also what had got us into the mess with the police.

A man in his late thirties came over to us, holding his badge out so that we could see that he was with the local police. "I hear you're leaving the premises?"

"We're going home," I said. "We've just called a taxi."

The police man nodded. "Good, it's getting hairy out there, so why don't you sit in the back, I'm sure the staff won't mind." He never asked, just glanced at the receptionist as though to tell her what was happening.

The receptionist nodded, I nodded, but Ethan stared the police man down as though he saw the police man as something else. "Ethan?"

"We wait here," Ethan said, refusing to budge.

"We can only hold back the press for so long, Mr. Hunter," the police man said, and I knew what he was about to say when he glanced at me. "Surely you don't want your girlfriend to get mixed up in that."

Terror of being crushed by the press had me pressing against Ethan's strong form behind me. But before I could say anything, because I could tell by the set of Ethan's form that he wasn't budging – he really didn't like the police man – the receptionist spoke up.

"They will be here in five minutes," she said, standing. "I have asked them to come to the back, so if you would like to follow me, Sir, Mrs I will take you to the pick up point."

Neither Ethan or I corrected the term the receptionist had used, I wasn't married to Ethan, but it did make me think, imaging if... but those thoughts were dangerous, especially now with the chaos around us.

We followed the receptionist, the police man didn't come, which allowed me to ask Ethan why he had been so stubborn to go against the police man. Ethan's answer made all the sense in the world, and yet it meant nothing. "He was looking at you."

"So?"

"He can't have you."

I still didn't understand what he meant, but I accepted it because clearly, it made sense in Ethan's head.

As we left the building, I thanked the receptionist – who said that the taxi company had agreed for us to pay the full charge when we arrive at our destination – and climbed into the waiting taxi. Giving the man my post code and address, we were on our way back to my parents. I had never felt such relief knowing that we were nearly there, that the nightmare was over. That the darkness was lifting and the light was starting to appear in the distance, a promise of new things...

But as that new light came, so did a new darkness, a darkness that would swallow me whole and never let me go... a territorial darkness formed from possessiveness. A darkness named Ethan Hunter.