The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 29 - Hardheaded Hunter and Hellish Hotels

Chapter 29 – Hardheaded Hunter and Hellish Hotels

Hunter POV ;)

                I glared downwards, folding my arms over my chest to finalize my answer. Andy wasn’t having any of it and continued to raise her eyebrow, giving me that irritating expression that normally meant she wasn’t changing her mind.

                In disagreement or not, Andy was staying back at the hotel suite, even if I had to sedate her. She wasn’t coming with me.

                “Get back on the couch, Princess,” I said, sighing. Andy pursed her lips, walking around me to the door. Alfie and Lee were no help at all, both giggling like little girls as they watched the dispute. Seb was already waiting for me outside and Dylan was leaning on the door with Kenzi, playing a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who would take Andy out of the way so I could leave.

                “Don’t tell me what to do. Get out the door, asshole,” she countered, holding it open, revealing Seb on the other wall with a cigarette. She turned up her nose, placing her hands on her petite hips.

                “You’re not allowed to smoke in here,” she stated. My brother shrugged, a smirk on his face.

                “You’re not meant to shag against a wall when your friends are in the other room but you did it anyway.” Andy narrowed her eyes, looking at me for back up. I only gave her a nonchalant expression in return.

                “I enjoyed it so I don’t really give a shit,” I said. She blew out through her lips, gesturing towards the passage.

                “Come on then,” she replied. Seb shook his head, walking forwards until she’d backed herself into the front room.

                “You’re not coming. Go and sit down on the couch,” I ordered. She was just like a child. I decided to get rid of that analogy, considering that I was banging her and that would just be creepy.

                “You nearly died doing this crap yesterday, dip shit, come on,” Dylan backed up, who had obviously lost his war with Kenzi.

                Andy grumbled something under her breath before getting up on her tip-toes to kiss me. With a small smile, I kissed her back, patting her backside before leaving with a wave of my fingers.

               

                “Be back soon,” I hollered.

                Seb met me outside the hotel. I grabbed my phone, calling Lee and putting it back in my pocket as my brother ground his fag out with his foot.

                The night before, we’d decided that if all of us showed up, the chances of world war three breaking out were high. Lee and Alfie played pussy and didn’t want to go, anyway. Kenzi, understandably, wanted to stay out of it all and despite how hard Dylan could hit, he wasn’t part of the Stallions so there wasn’t much point in him coming. Andy had offered to be my wingman but she was the last person I wanted going, so I nominated Seb. My girlfriend didn’t give up as easily as the rest of them. She insisted that I kept my phone on so that they could listen to everything that went down.