name.
Grace, still sitting on the floor, tucked her head into her arm and cradled it on the hotel bed. As soon as she heard the door open and close into place, she jumped up and locked it. This time, even as her hands were shaking unmercifully, she slid the privacy bolt in place.
She stood in place frozen, not able to take her eyes off the privacy lock. She was sure if Zach truly wanted to get past that, one angry shove would do. It wouldn’t take much for him to barge in with the rage she’d seen just a few moments ago.
Finally, she slid against the wall and recalled the last few minutes. They seemed like hours to Grace. Tears quietly slid down her cheeks. She muffled her cries, as he could come back any second. She didn’t want him to hear how grateful she was to be alive. Battered was a blessing considering how today could have ended.
Grace looked to her clock. She still had five more hours before they had to be at the airport. Her original plan was to call a cab to get to the airport early to change her flight. Now, she was afraid to leave her room. She felt trapped, as he could get to her if she tried to leave.
Grace heard Zach outside her door, and went stiff. She looked to the door and inched away, and covered her mouth. Her lungs constricted in fear.
“Here you go, Grace.” He said quietly, through the door. “Be ready to leave by 5 p.m. tonight. I’ll have your bags sent for. Get some rest and call me if you need anything.”
And with that, she heard him turn and leave. She waited until she heard him enter back through the suite and close his own door. In haste, she unlocked the door to the outside hallway, grabbed the ice, and quickly locked herself back inside.
Once her door was bolted, she reached for the overstuffed chairs to once again slide them in front of both her hallway door and the door that led to her suite. They weren’t much but they gave her a sense of security, as they provided an extra barrier between her and Zach.
She grabbed for her Motrin and downed a few with some water, before making an ice pack for her face. How was she going to get out of this? She knew playing the game was the only way. And if she kept acting like nothing happened, maybe she would get home safely.
Both Zach and Grace slept the day in their rooms. Zach slept off his alcohol and Grace slept through the pain. Both awoke that afternoon with their minds racing. Her thoughts were occupied with how she was going to get away, and his on how he was going to win her back.
Chapter 9
The ride to the airport was nothing less than excruciating. Grace continued to smile at Zach, pretending everything was fine. He in turn, acted as if nothing happened, fawning over her … helping her with her bags and putting his arms around her once in the taxi.
For most of the ride, he pulled her into his side and rested his cheek on her head. The last thing Grace wanted to do was lean into his frame, but knew she didn’t have a choice at the moment. If it were up to her, she would throw him against the door of the cab, jump out at the airport, and fly in the opposite direction. But because she’d seen the darkness he’d held inside, she was forced to play along.
So for now, Grace sat stiffly against Zach waiting for her chance to move away when the opportunity arose. For every second he stroked her hair with his hand, Grace felt like her skin was crawling from her scalp to the tips of her toes.
Zach gently pulled her chin up to search her face. He pushed the hair away from her eyes, and lightly stroked the side of her large sunglasses, which she wore to disguise the battering she’d taken earlier.
It took every ounce of strength she had not to recoil from his touch, as he leaned in to kiss her temple. She clamped her lips tight, and held her
Grace, still sitting on the floor, tucked her head into her arm and cradled it on the hotel bed. As soon as she heard the door open and close into place, she jumped up and locked it. This time, even as her hands were shaking unmercifully, she slid the privacy bolt in place.
She stood in place frozen, not able to take her eyes off the privacy lock. She was sure if Zach truly wanted to get past that, one angry shove would do. It wouldn’t take much for him to barge in with the rage she’d seen just a few moments ago.
Finally, she slid against the wall and recalled the last few minutes. They seemed like hours to Grace. Tears quietly slid down her cheeks. She muffled her cries, as he could come back any second. She didn’t want him to hear how grateful she was to be alive. Battered was a blessing considering how today could have ended.
Grace looked to her clock. She still had five more hours before they had to be at the airport. Her original plan was to call a cab to get to the airport early to change her flight. Now, she was afraid to leave her room. She felt trapped, as he could get to her if she tried to leave.
Grace heard Zach outside her door, and went stiff. She looked to the door and inched away, and covered her mouth. Her lungs constricted in fear.
“Here you go, Grace.” He said quietly, through the door. “Be ready to leave by 5 p.m. tonight. I’ll have your bags sent for. Get some rest and call me if you need anything.”
And with that, she heard him turn and leave. She waited until she heard him enter back through the suite and close his own door. In haste, she unlocked the door to the outside hallway, grabbed the ice, and quickly locked herself back inside.
Once her door was bolted, she reached for the overstuffed chairs to once again slide them in front of both her hallway door and the door that led to her suite. They weren’t much but they gave her a sense of security, as they provided an extra barrier between her and Zach.
She grabbed for her Motrin and downed a few with some water, before making an ice pack for her face. How was she going to get out of this? She knew playing the game was the only way. And if she kept acting like nothing happened, maybe she would get home safely.
Both Zach and Grace slept the day in their rooms. Zach slept off his alcohol and Grace slept through the pain. Both awoke that afternoon with their minds racing. Her thoughts were occupied with how she was going to get away, and his on how he was going to win her back.
Chapter 9
The ride to the airport was nothing less than excruciating. Grace continued to smile at Zach, pretending everything was fine. He in turn, acted as if nothing happened, fawning over her … helping her with her bags and putting his arms around her once in the taxi.
For most of the ride, he pulled her into his side and rested his cheek on her head. The last thing Grace wanted to do was lean into his frame, but knew she didn’t have a choice at the moment. If it were up to her, she would throw him against the door of the cab, jump out at the airport, and fly in the opposite direction. But because she’d seen the darkness he’d held inside, she was forced to play along.
So for now, Grace sat stiffly against Zach waiting for her chance to move away when the opportunity arose. For every second he stroked her hair with his hand, Grace felt like her skin was crawling from her scalp to the tips of her toes.
Zach gently pulled her chin up to search her face. He pushed the hair away from her eyes, and lightly stroked the side of her large sunglasses, which she wore to disguise the battering she’d taken earlier.
It took every ounce of strength she had not to recoil from his touch, as he leaned in to kiss her temple. She clamped her lips tight, and held her
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