Laid Back Ride

Big Brass Bed

*Hey! It's Jenna you reached my voicemail! You know what to do! Bye!

Brantley grumbled as he tossed his phone onto the counter. Yeah he knew exactly what he wanted to do with her cell phone right about now. It wasn't pretty.

He sighed as he sat down as he rubbed his hands down his face. Where the fuck was she?! Most importantly what the hell had been done? He personally thought everything had went so good. He wasn't even good with parents! But he did a good job with hers. Or so he thought. Apparently Jenna didn't think the same?

He pulled his phone out sending her a text message.

Brantley; What the hell happened? Hell are you at least okay?

Instead of saying delivered. This one was read... He held a breath without even realizing it.

Jenna sighed as she sat on a bed. In a hotel room. Somewhere out of town. She wasn't running? Was she running? Hell she didn't know.. She liked Brantley. She liked Brantley a lot. But what was all this going on inside of her own mind. Then her phone buzzed again.

Brantley: Jenna... I know you read the last message.

Jenna: I'm fine.. I'm okay. No everything you did was perfect. Tonight was perfect..

Brantley; Then excuse my French. What the fuck?! You know what I'm not doing this texting shit anymore. Damn it Jen where are you?!

Jenna sighed as she looked around the room. She needed to let him in or she was going to lose him. That was for sure.

Jenna; Marriott. Alpharetta..

Brantley. Be there soon..