Billionaire's Exhibit Wife

Chapter 9- Motel Shenanigans

"Room 104" Elora read out as she extended her arm out for the blue keychain bearing an inscription of the motel's name, and an appreciation post.

'Hope you come back next time'

Zane watched as Elora immediately took off, climbing the flight of stairs, unconcerned by his absent trailing behind her.

"I'll be with you in a bit" he voiced out, despite knowing how unbothered she was, perhaps even content he wouldn't be around for a while.

"Where can I get slippers?" He then interrogated the lady, whilst already reaching out for some more cash.

"There's a gift shop just down the street" she instructed, grabbing the flipped over vulgar magazine underneath her desk, as she carried on with her viewing.

"Go fetch me some" Zane abruptly instructed, as he would a dog, ignorantly maintaining eye contact with her once she briefly scanned his features so as to find out if he was being serious or not.

And sadly, he was.

Zane had never once had to run simple errands himself. Making breakfast, Getting his clothes from the press... Shopping.

"Please" he unwillingly inserted, having his arms now stretched to her front as he conceitedly flapped his solution to all problems in her face.

She found no comfort in giving him a reply. Thus, overturning the 'open' sign before her desk to 'close'. Now paying him no mind.

Zane heaved a sigh, her attitude was far beyond rude, he conceived as he realised he had no choice but to go there himself.

Moreover, he didn't have his phone on him and if anything were to happen to him he had no way of contacting Elora.

Certainly it wouldn't inconvenience her one bit if he fell into the hands of those bandits.

Making his way out of the building, Zane sauntered the streets in socks till he was finally met with the square shaped infrastructure with a drawing of a d**k inscribed on it's left wall.

A quick in and out, he disposed of his one shoe and sock before sliding into the slippers. As well as, taking the liberty to add to his list, a pack of cigarettes, lighter and an alcoholic drink to get him through the night.

Having lighted a cigar, Zane reminisced on tonight's crazy occurings, while making his way back to the motel.

He had realized much too late that he could've made a few calls and have a few armed men storming into the building in no time to come rescue him.

'However, this alternative', he inhaled the smoke, having the cigarette butt in-between his index finger and thumb before then exhaling 'staying in one room, one bed with her for the night' he threw it to the floors and stomped on it, seeing as he was already at the entrance "Might not be so bad"

"What room was it again?" Zane silently pondered, as he, too proud to once more interact with the receptionist began trying at each doors. "101...103...104-"

"Don't you knock!" Elora shrieked, her hand instinctively moving to conceal her privates.

"Zane turn around or wait outside!" Elora directed.

"I've seen several naked bodies... what makes yours any different" he got in, closing the door behind him as he now set aside the bottle and the rest on the counter beside the bed. "What were you doing naked in the first place?"

'What an asshole' Elora thought to herself, her clutch on her breast tightening as she grew annoyed by his arrogance.

"Fine" Zane added upon giving in to her piercing glare. He slowly turned, with his eyes finding it hard to deter it's gaze on her exposed laps.

"What's the point of bathing if you're going to put on the same sweaty clothes anyway" he asked once his back fully faced her.

Elora had no comeback as she normally would. He was right, she would just feel as filthy as she did, even after a bath.

'How long am I going to wait?' Zane pondered as a surge of warmth now afflicted him.

The tiny room had but a single window installed and that wasn't enough to keep the place well ventilated.

He began undoing his buttons, from top to bottom, feeling more at ease with his skin once it got in direct contact with the cool air.

“Zane what are you doing?”

“Don’t mind me... This is nothing compared to you throwing my car keys without warning"

There was no feedback on her side.

"Are you done?" He asked, already tired of regarding the bumpy grey walls.

"Yes" she stuttered as she averted her gaze to the floors soon after noticing Zane swinging about in nothing but his tailored pants... Only to find her, still, in a white towel.

"I thought you said you were done" he slants his head to the left, not exactly complaining.

"I am"

He then manuevers his body to the bed, meanwhile Elora watches the display of his abs forming a little pudge as he sat which she found oddly attractive.

How did things get to this?, she pondered, going far back, before the turn of events, while unconsciously watching him chug some wine.

"Want something?" Zane could tell, even without taking a look, that she had been fixated.

What else could she possibly be doing hovering in that same stance like a creep?

"Why did you come again?", Elora suddenly recalled the interruption. "To see me"

"I heard a voice that got me curious" A bit tired to form a convincing lie on the spot, Zane uttered the truth.

"Alex?"

He pursed his lips at the mention of his name.

“What did he do for you to like him?” Zane questioned.

"I'd very much appreciate it if you didn't interfere with my personal life" Elora stood her grounds, crossing her arms defensively.

“He brought you dinner” I can arrange feasts “Gave you money?” I can write cheques "Offered you protection?" I can hire convoys

Giving was the only love language Zane knew. He'd gifted cars, dresses, jewelleries to his late wife and mistress on an almost daily basis.

His perception of love was different. You had to do something to first be liked, and some more to be loved.

But what could anyone do for him, when he already has everything he could possibly ever need.

Nothing... Hence, why he probably never loved someone before.

He could easily do all that which Alex did, and quadruple it, trampling on any of his efforts “Is that all it takes to get you to like someone?” he persisted, ignoring her request.

“For starters, he wasn’t an asshole” Elora pointed out, not directing any fingers at the one who perfectly fit that description.

“And I can’t have him anyway” her feature saddened, now walking over to sit beside him, keeping some space in between.

“I doubt he has feelings for me... And I kept forcing myself on him hoping to get some clarity.”

Zane would have made a snide comment just about now if it hadn't troubled him.

“Any guy who doesn’t seem to take interest in you is a raging fool”

So far, he'd riciduled, mocked and jeered at her.

With he being sweet all of a sudden, she couldn't help but feel the surge of heat form up around her cheeks.

“Any guy but me of course” he added, bringing back that side of him she'd learn to familiarise with.

"What about you?" she decided to return his question "Are you fond of anyone right now?"

Zane rested his eyes on her for a while. She had a God mark above her mouth, and another close to her brows, he noted.

He had never really been asked the question, at least not from someone who claimed to be in love with him.

He should somewhat be honest when giving a response, Zane decided.

"Yes"

A malicious chuckle from her end followed his words.

'The poor thing', she thought, Zane, on the other hand, admiring how purely contagious her laugh was.

"So why do you like her?" she frowned, unsure why she bothered to ask as he most likely would brush her off.

"She-" he began with a beam, was he actually going to talk about a girl to someone, like a little kid with his silly little crush "She's unexpected "... "It makes me wonder if I'll ever get bored around her"... "She doesn't throw herself at me"..."She makes me feel like a child all over again despite having an uneventful childhood"

Revolving around family dinner, events and home tutoring.

'Oh to be spoken of in such manner', Elora hoped.

"Why don't you have her in my stead then" Elora watched Zane, who had paused taking sips "Marry her"

"I guess I should" Zane agreed.

"And smile less" she said, gaping hypnotically at the fine lines that formed around the corner of his mouth.

"Definitely, I do not wish to bewitch you" he said cockily, attempting to frown now... Failing mercilessly, prompting an ear to ear grin on Elora's face.

She held on to it even when he'd stopped, and he held on to this moment.

"She has this alluring smile" swiftly introducing another feature of this mystery girl, while inconspicuously locking eyes with her.

Elora hadn't been the first to inch closer this time. Unlike the two previous times where Zane had simply followed her lead, he was the one behind the ship's helm.

He slowly leaned in, Elora doing likewise till both their lips collided, parted and collided some more.

He, clasping his hand about her nape once he was certain that it wasn't some display nor a tease.

It was a kiss he'd dreaded for... And perhaps she had too.

This was however, as far as he could go with her, Zane thought sadly as he reluctantly withdrew before they could reach a point of no return.

He knew, that once he'd indulged in any s****l deviance with her he would completely loose whatever sentiment he temporarily harboured, and he loved this feeling.

To have something to cherish... At least for the time being.

"Well, the poor thing" Elora lightly slapped at his leg, hoping to ease some tension.

What better way to do so than with alcohol?, Elora notioned as she reached across Zane, for the opened Tequila.

"I wouldn't have felt bad for her if you weren't so darn annoying" she uttered after downing five gulps, grabbing at his cheeks, before tugging at them as a mother who scolded her child would.

"And she does these playful gestures" Zane quietly uttered.

Her heart raced out of her chest from those words, and the notion that she was the one whom he spoke of had her throat running another marathon.

"Are you referring to me?" she heaved out once her lips parted with the wine's opening.

"Not everything is about you, Ms Jensen" Zane belittled as he equally nudged at her cheek like she had done just a moment ago.

"You should stop drinking" he advised.

"Do not tell me what to do, you're not the one with the problems."

"Well, I think it's time you get some sleep" Zane jerked the now empty bottle from her little grasp and set it back on the wooden counter.

Moments later, they both laid in bed, a wide enough gap between them to involve a little baby, while facing her back at him.

"Are you asleep?" Elora whisphered.

"Yes" he muttered bitterly, it hadn't been up to 10 minutes since he offered they rested. So posing the question was certainly not valid.

Moreover, he could not sleep in these terrible conditions. Apparently, he hadn't drank enough, as she'd downed most of the bottle.

What was her excuse?

"I'm cold..." she paused "could you.. perhaps keep me warm" letting out her request.

"No"

Zane didn't hesitate to think for a second. They would both suffer inconveniences together... Even though he terribly wished to hold her through the night.

But she had finished his Tequila.