Read Online After the Rain (The Twisted Fate Series Book 1) by Unknown - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Unknown
Tags: Romantic Comedy, road trip, romantic love, Sagittarius in love, romantic travel, love horoscopes, comedy romantic, love book
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you out!”
“Okay,” Marcus threw his arms in the air. “We’ll leave, just give us a few minutes to get out bags.”
Five minutes later, Stormy and Marcus were standing outside the hotel in the pouring rain, clutching onto their bags.
Stormy wasn’t thinking about being kicked out of a fancy hotel for public indecency, or being mistaken for a hooker. Like before, all she could think about was what had just happened. She could still feel the sting of his hands on her body. The wetness of his mouth on her stomach and the burning trail his fingertips left when they climbed up her skirt. Suddenly, despite the cold outside, she felt blazing hot.
No! No! No! How? Marcus couldn’t believe he’d done that. Again. And in an elevator! If those doors hadn’t opened when they did, he might have actually fucked her. Yes, he would have. Definitely.
He could still taste her, even as the wind and rain whipped against his skin. Marcus wasn’t sure what his next move should be, so he simply stood in shocked silence as the rain washed over him – hopefully washing her scent away, too. Stormy seemed to be doing the same. They must have looked like a real pair of lunatics, he thought, standing in the rain, doing nothing.
It took him a few moments to snap back to reality and realize what a literal shit storm they were now in: no taxis in the vicinity, and a full-blown monsoon about to hit in all its glory. The only thing Marcus could think of was that they needed to take shelter somewhere, or find a hotel and hope that they would have a room. He reached into his jeans and pulled out his cell phone. Shit, it was wet and wouldn’t turn on. Talk about bad luck – nothing seemed to be going right today.
“Is your phone dry? I want to look for the nearest hotel,” Marcus turned to Stormy, raising his voice against the wind and finally breaking the silence between them.
“How will you find a hotel on my phone?”
Marcus looked at her as if to say, duh . “Google maps, the internet.”
Stormy shook her head and shouted through the rain, “I don’t have the internet on my phone.”
“What?” He couldn’t have heard her right.
Stormy reached into her bag and pulled out a giant, brick-shaped creature with an aerial that had been sellotaped together. Marcus took it and stared down at it with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. Not only was it shockingly primitive, but she’d also stuck rainbow stickers all over it, and was that… yes, a feather had been glued to the top of the aerial. Why? He’d never seen anything like it in his life.
“ This is your phone? Your current phone?” Marcus tried to shelter it from the rain and squinted down at the screen. It was still working, but not for long – it looked about a hundred years past its expiry date. Suddenly, a loud bolt of lightening lit up the sky. The sound of the thunder was deafening, like an atom bomb exploding next to them, and the ground felt like it shook.
Marcus instinctively jumped and Stormy screamed.
“We have to go!” Marcus grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her away.
“Where?”
“I don’t know. We have to find shelter.”
They ran across the road, splashing through deep puddles as they went.
“I told you! I told you! Not a good day to travel!” Stormy shouted over the rain. “We’re doomed! We’re so doomed right now! We’re going to die in this storm, or drown in a giant puddle, or –”
“And I told you , I don’t believe in that stuff!” Marcus screamed back, his eyes looking from left to right, trying to find them shelter.
Ten minutes later, Marcus and Stormy were standing in the reception of a small, filthy looking, one-star motel (he was sure they’d received that star by accident). It had been the nearest place to take shelter – unfortunately. They were drenched and Stormy was covered in mud from tripping, breaking a Perspex heel and falling into a puddle. Marcus had been forced to carry her the rest of the way.
“Okay,” Marcus threw his arms in the air. “We’ll leave, just give us a few minutes to get out bags.”
Five minutes later, Stormy and Marcus were standing outside the hotel in the pouring rain, clutching onto their bags.
Stormy wasn’t thinking about being kicked out of a fancy hotel for public indecency, or being mistaken for a hooker. Like before, all she could think about was what had just happened. She could still feel the sting of his hands on her body. The wetness of his mouth on her stomach and the burning trail his fingertips left when they climbed up her skirt. Suddenly, despite the cold outside, she felt blazing hot.
No! No! No! How? Marcus couldn’t believe he’d done that. Again. And in an elevator! If those doors hadn’t opened when they did, he might have actually fucked her. Yes, he would have. Definitely.
He could still taste her, even as the wind and rain whipped against his skin. Marcus wasn’t sure what his next move should be, so he simply stood in shocked silence as the rain washed over him – hopefully washing her scent away, too. Stormy seemed to be doing the same. They must have looked like a real pair of lunatics, he thought, standing in the rain, doing nothing.
It took him a few moments to snap back to reality and realize what a literal shit storm they were now in: no taxis in the vicinity, and a full-blown monsoon about to hit in all its glory. The only thing Marcus could think of was that they needed to take shelter somewhere, or find a hotel and hope that they would have a room. He reached into his jeans and pulled out his cell phone. Shit, it was wet and wouldn’t turn on. Talk about bad luck – nothing seemed to be going right today.
“Is your phone dry? I want to look for the nearest hotel,” Marcus turned to Stormy, raising his voice against the wind and finally breaking the silence between them.
“How will you find a hotel on my phone?”
Marcus looked at her as if to say, duh . “Google maps, the internet.”
Stormy shook her head and shouted through the rain, “I don’t have the internet on my phone.”
“What?” He couldn’t have heard her right.
Stormy reached into her bag and pulled out a giant, brick-shaped creature with an aerial that had been sellotaped together. Marcus took it and stared down at it with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. Not only was it shockingly primitive, but she’d also stuck rainbow stickers all over it, and was that… yes, a feather had been glued to the top of the aerial. Why? He’d never seen anything like it in his life.
“ This is your phone? Your current phone?” Marcus tried to shelter it from the rain and squinted down at the screen. It was still working, but not for long – it looked about a hundred years past its expiry date. Suddenly, a loud bolt of lightening lit up the sky. The sound of the thunder was deafening, like an atom bomb exploding next to them, and the ground felt like it shook.
Marcus instinctively jumped and Stormy screamed.
“We have to go!” Marcus grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her away.
“Where?”
“I don’t know. We have to find shelter.”
They ran across the road, splashing through deep puddles as they went.
“I told you! I told you! Not a good day to travel!” Stormy shouted over the rain. “We’re doomed! We’re so doomed right now! We’re going to die in this storm, or drown in a giant puddle, or –”
“And I told you , I don’t believe in that stuff!” Marcus screamed back, his eyes looking from left to right, trying to find them shelter.
Ten minutes later, Marcus and Stormy were standing in the reception of a small, filthy looking, one-star motel (he was sure they’d received that star by accident). It had been the nearest place to take shelter – unfortunately. They were drenched and Stormy was covered in mud from tripping, breaking a Perspex heel and falling into a puddle. Marcus had been forced to carry her the rest of the way.
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