BRINGING HIM HOME

CHAPTER TWELVE

The room was very warm to the extent that the A.C wasn't needed anymore. The only problem was how she was going to get up to turn it off. She had no energy to prepare something from the kitchen today, so she decided to order for room services only. Funny thing was, she had never operated an A.C. Who came into her room and figured she needed the A.C., is a question she had decided to leave it to whichever gods that were out there.

Get up, Lena. She playfully instructed herself.

Yeah, no shit. Shut the fuck'up, will ya'? She responded as she stretched her body.

"So, you have this morning-talking-to-yourself session, and then you tend to throw away everything that is taking up space on your bed, so you can selfishly have the bed all to yourself? What happened with him that has made you change so much?"

Elena heard a male voice say as she reminisced on how familiar that voice sounded. Jumping abruptly from the bed so she could clearly see the face of the ass who had decided to invade her privacy and ruin her morning, she looked around and became appalled at the fact that that wasn't the room that was given to her at the hotel. Making a sharp turn to look eye to eye at the ass, she exclaimed by saying,

"Oh my damn, who the fuck are you and where the fuck am I?"

"Morning to you too, Lena. Guess the people who are screwed for not showing up yesterday at Grandma's dinner table? Us. I'm having a hard time remaining calm about that, so can you please drop the childish behavior?"

"Hey, can you blame me? It must've been the sex." Elena sarcastically said, as she watched shock fill the Easton's entire face exactly like how water fills a bucket.

Yup, guys. I indirectly told the great Easton that he's bad in bed. He called me childish, guys. Do not blame me.

"I need you to get out of my room." Easton instructed Elena. He was hurt and angry, but he wasn't ready to give Elena the satisfaction of knowing that she had an effect on him.

Elena's head was throbbing. The world always had it that, you're either having a random headache, or you're having a migraine. Right now, Elena couldn't tell. Both sides of her head were aching. One part was aching more than the other, but she could feel the pain on both sides. The only cure she had now was to lie down for a couple of minutes. Now that Mr-I-Can't-Take-A-Hard-Blow-And-Move-Past-It had audibly asked her to leave his room, she wasn't sure she was going to make it today. She had to call Melody's school to tell them to say goodbye to her sister for her. Fighting the headache and the feeling of disgust, she picked up her clothes from the floor and left his room without sending a glance his way. As a result of how disgusted she was feeling and how much trouble she knew she was in for turning the getting-Easton-to-be-on-just-speaking-terms-with-her into an erotic session, she quickly wore her dress, put on her shoes that she saw lying peacefully without a headache on the doormat in front of the door that leads to the living room, combed her hair with her hands and left with a roaring stomach.

Hang in there, champ. Imma fill you up real soon. She inwardly spoke to her tummy.

She quickly made it to her hotel suite to pick up her stuffs. The roads were empty as a result of how early it was, so knowing how far it was going to be to see a car pass by, she decided to stop by a spot she saw whiles going over to Easton's grandma's yesterday. It was really early, so she wasn't expecting to see them all set for the day. All she needed was to get something little to help her stomach to hang in there. Knowing how ridiculous she was going to look for entering a place like that with bags all over her, she left her bags outside and went inside. As expected, the place looked empty. Her eyes roamed all over the place in search of a man or a woman cleaning. Finding nothing like that, she sighed and made an attempt to leave.