Running to my hidden spot inside my room, I grab the money she doesn’t know about and grab my suitcase to pack a small amount of clothes. After changing into something comfortable, I make a run for it. The same drunk that I spoke to before, sees me off. “Be safe.” I wave him off and duck down, pressing my hand to my lips so he knows to be quiet. He nods and continues drinking his bottle.
As soon as I’m at the end of the trailer park, I see a black SUV getting ready to turn left into the trailer park entrance. It’s too nice to be anyone but someone looking for their money, or the guys from last night.
Shit, I hope they didn’t find out about the drugs because I’ll be in a world full of trouble. Fear and adrenaline flood my bones as questions rush through my mind.
Did my mother do something else while I was in the room with Sebastian? Who is Sebastian, anyway? I don’t even know his last name. God, I gave my virginity to a man who makes my heart pound, pulse race, and body ache, but I don’t know anything else about.
It’s terrible and foolish, but I didn’t do it for love. I have to remember that I sold my pussy away. I tell that to myself as I duck down and hide until they’re out of sight. Once I get clearance, I jump on the passing bus and take a deep breath. I earn several strange glances as I find my seat, not that I give a shit. With a sigh, I think about my next moves. There’s only one place I can hide. I have a friend who will help me, but she’s from Chicago—it’s going to be a long bus ride.
Chapter Five
Sebastian
I roll over in bed and find it empty. Fucking hell. My head is spinning, and things don’t make any sense. I call out her name, but my voice cracks and my mouth is as dry as the fucking desert. “Candy,” I repeat, but she doesn’t answer. Immediately, I’m well aware that she’s gone. “Damn, my mouth is motherfucking dry as hell.”
As soon as I get some fucking water and get dressed, I’m going to find that woman and bring her right back here so I can spank her ass and fuck her twice before we fly to Chicago.
I throw off the covers and sit up, which doesn’t go well. My head’s swimming, and I fall back onto the mattress. Shaking out my limbs, I get my ass up out of bed. The sun’s bright in the sky, which means it’s got to be at least nine in the morning. I reach over for my phone that is in my pants pocket. “Noon?”
What the fuck? My check-out is soon. Shit. I run into the bathroom and hit the shower for a quick wash-up. Seeing the towels from last night strewn about pisses me off all over again. She’s going to pay for leaving me.
Dressed in a suit but without a tie, I pack up my things, moving the sheets to find my belongings. That’s when I spot the dark pinkish-red stain that reminds me of what we did.
I dig into my pants pocket from yesterday and stuff her panties into my overnight bag while my eyes linger on the stain. Feeling possessive and insanely territorial, I rip the sheet off the bed and add it to my garment bag. It’s coming home with me.
A quick knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. “What?” I bark.
“Boss, are you okay?” Cesar calls from the door.
“Come in.” I rub my face and sit on the bare mattress as he steps into the room. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up sooner?”
“You were busy. We figured that you were, well…finally sleeping.”
“Did you guys hear us?” I growl. The thought of anyone hearing her cream pisses me off, and it’s fucking stupid because she was just a paid whore who worked me for money. Money I sure as hell hadn’t given to her. Grabbing my wallet, I check it, and she didn’t touch the small stack of hundreds in there. She didn’t take any money?
“No, but when David walked his whore out, he said you were still busy with yourwoman,and it looked to be an all-nighter.” He’s smart not to call her a whore—even if I mentally did—because I might shoot his ass.
I rub my hand over my face again. Last night most certainly was a marathon, and the weight of it is hitting me. “So what time did she leave?” I ask.
“I don’t know, since I’ve only just started. I’ll have to check with Ricardo. He was the last on duty.”
“I need to find her,” I state, more to myself than to him.
“What do you want us to do when we find her?” Ever the good soldier.
“No, I need to find her,” I emphasize.
“Yes, Sebastian.”
“Where’s my brother?” I ask, sliding on a pair of slacks.
“He stepped out to the casinos this morning.” Fucking asshole. He has to know where she came from and where I can find her, but I know damn well he’s going to be useless right now. He’s probably drunk or high.
“Call Ricardo.” Cesar dials him and puts it on speaker.
“Hey, Cesar. Is it time to go already?” Ricardo asks.
“No, the boss wants to know what happened to the girl he had here last night.”