PRISONERS

Chapter 42

• Chapter 42 •

I showered thinking about this whole situation with me and Elijah, trying to stop the bitterness that unraveled through my chest at my decision of exiting the room instead of staying. I had to get his cologne off me before Harry gets a scent. Things could go literally out of hand if Harry ever finds out that Elijah and I kissed.

You're only complicating things. I definitely am. I need to get my thoughts straight and focus on my plan. Forcing decisions through emotions only leads to situations like this; me being torn between choosing which man could be the one I have been imagining in my dreams. I don't need a man to be happy, I can be happy on my own.

It's just the sadness of never having someone to actually show me love the way I wanted to that has me so moved by sensual touches and emotional words. Elijah was right. I do search for love in my life. I never got any, even my brother left me alone the moment he found a girl in another city, without even saying goodbye. I never really got mad at him, just disappointed. We still have a lot to talk about, but the fact that he demanded me as his ‘reward’ shows that he is willing to give me answers and reunite with me.

That's what I have to do. I have to get this plan succeeded, get my money and get the fuck out of here. The more I stay in this team, the more attached I get to Harry and now Elijah has grown feelings for me despite just showing me pure coldness. I would've never imagined that this man actually felt something sincere for me.

I tried my best not to think of how fucked up everything is, I sat on the bed and stared outside the window at the beautiful thick forest surrounding us, clouds covering the sky. As much as I tried, my mind would make up little scenarios of me and Elijah in bed, his hands all over me, my lips attacking his skin. Would he be just as gentle during sex as he was when he kissed me? Would he say he loves me? Do I love him?

I sighed heavily and lied back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with teary eyes of exhaustion. I need to leave both Harry and Elijah, no matter how much it hurts me. I'm not in love with Elijah, that's for sure, otherwise I would've been obsessed over him. Harry on the other hand, I'm not sure. He has a much stronger affection on me than Elijah has, but maybe that's because of the amount of attention and time we've given each other.

Some times it is said that if you can't choose between two people, the first one is already a goner from the moment there is a second one. I don't think this actually stands with me, I have stronger feelings for Harry. Crazy thing is, I might have engulfed feelings for Elijah...

Bon stormed into my room two hours later, bringing his whole makeover team with him. Despite being against the idea of the plan, he was very excited and bubbly over the transformation of me into Mrs.Gonzalez. Plastic pieces of mask were put on my face and a firm wig was glued on my head. I had drifted out of their conversation about the styling and kept making up scenarios of myself in a lonely beautiful beach, enjoying nature and calmness by myself. The image only gave me motivation to give my everything tonight. I was told to stand up and sit down multiple times for the makeup artists to make their work flawless. I shouldn't give away any of my natural features otherwise I would get suspicious looks from others.

The door opened when Bon’s helper zipped the back of my tight, long, sparkly black dress. I turned my head to see Elijah stepping in, brown eyes completely calm and distant. My heart stopped at the sight of him.

Go or I'll make love to you.

Why did this sound so perfect?

“Harry is almost ready.” Elijah informed casually, looking at Bon.

“She'll be ready in 10!” Bon claimed, searching through his suitcase of clothes.

“Make it 5.” Elijah demanded before looking at me one last time and exiting the room, closing the door behind him.