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chapter twenty nine. never kiss and tell ════ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ ════
TAKING THE OPPORTUNITY to shower, Eliza made sure to scrub the forty hours of dirt and deceit off her. Washing her hair as well and rinsing off, She flicked the water off and pulled the curtain open. Stepping out, she tightly wrapped a towel around her.
Her hair was still dripping water as she walked over to the sink. Albeit her anger for Isaac and his behavior tonight, she sure loved how spacious and beautiful the suite was. Despite its horror, they shouldn't have been there. They should've gave it to someone deserving. Instead they were horrified upon their entrance.
Klaus grumpily shoved the key card inside, muttering curses to himself. "What's so bad about sleeping with me? Do I stink to you or something?" Eliza raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a tiny bit of offense taken.
"Do not start your childishness, Eliza. I am simply not up for it." Klaus responded, finally getting the door open after jiggling it for ten minutes.
"You need to take a chill pill." Eliza rolled her yes, following behind him. She stopped when he stopped, both their jaws dropping collectively. "That sly fucker put us in the honeymooner suite." Eliza spat.
"Oh really? What gave it away? The rose petals trail? The tray of champagne waiting for us at the door? Or was it the bloody receptionist clearly stating Isaac bought the most expensive suite on purpose." Klaus replied sarcastically, a bit of anger trailing his words.
"Klaus, relax. He just wanted us to be comfortable. If sleeping with me is such a big deal, I can always go home. My house is about thirty minutes from here." Eliza sassily pointed towards the door.
Klaus sighed, ignoring her and going to sit on the bed. "Whatever. I'm not dealing with your mood swings, Klaus. You'd think you want to be nice to the person who stuck by your side. God damn egotistical prick." Eliza cussed as she entered the bathroom with an attitude.
Klaus rolled his eyes at her words, simply opening his suitcase and digging for a set of sleep clothes while Eliza showered.
Her goal was to sexually torture him by wearing an outfit he couldn't resist. Isaac was right, being on the hunt for werewolves and constantly on the move was tiring. She needed a break that didn't involve her breaking down or almost dying.
Running a hand over her hair, her hair dried and curls started to flatten out. Her ginger hair was straight and fully dry. Picking up the gel and brush, she brushed her hair upwards. Once she gripped it all, she picked up the scrunchie and tied it around her hair. Looping it and tying it, she rested her arms for a second before reaching to wash them.
