Erica entered the hotel with her glasses in place. The trip to France had drained her physically and everything she could think of. She reached the receptionist's desk with her suitcase trailing behind her. She placed her card on the desk and said;
" A room"
" Same."
She furrowed her brows, she recognised the voice but was too lazy to look at the person. " What are you doing here, Stefan?" She asked without turning to look at him.
Among hundreds of hotels in France, he chose to follow her here.
" Booking a room, baby."
She bit the inside of her lip. She hates this. She hates him and herself. She hates the giddiness she feels whenever he is around. Stefan stood behind her, making sure he could feel the warmth that was emitting from her.
The receptionist cleared her throat,
" I'm sorry, but we only have one room left."
Erica groaned;
"You've got to be kidding me? And you're telling me now?" She exclaimed.
A smirk tugged on his lips. He slipped his card to the receptionist.
" Well take that."
"No! He can have the room. I'd book another in a different hotel."
Stefan rolled his eyes at her. How much did she hate him for her not to stay in the same room as him?
Erica turned but was startled by Stefan. He was too close.
She cleared her throat before she looked at him.
" Can you please move?"
Stefsn nodded before he stepped to the other side.
Before leaving, she eyed the receptionist and Stefan and said;
" I just remembered I bought a house a while ago. Bye."
She walked off with her suitcase.
Erica fastened her pace. She knew he was going to follow her, and she wasn't ready to confront him. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her car.
"The fuck!"
Stefan held her arm and turned her to face him.
" Did you really buy a house?" he questioned.
Erica scoffed before saying;
"And how is it your business? Let go of me, Stefan," she said, her eyes looking down on his arm.
His jaw tightened before he let go. He left the warm slip away as he let go of her arm.
He clenched his hands beside him.
He cleared his throat and asked;
" Did you really buy a house?"
Erica rolled her eyes at him. She crossed her arms against her chest.
" As I said, how is that your business?"
"Just answer the damn question, Rica," Stefan exclaimed.
"Whatever."
She walked away from him to her car. He could just watch her as she walked towards her car. His hands gripped his hair out of frustration, like the pain in his hair could calm the ache in his heart. This was fucked up for both of them. He knew they were dangerous for each other but he wanted to be by his side.