Beneath the Burking name

Chapter Two - passion

A few minutes after I had taken a shower, she returned with some snacks. She helped me to them. I was still feeling weak after I had taken in something, and she helped me get into bed. There was only one bed in the room, so it meant we had to share it. I tried protesting against sharing a bed with her. I could sleep on the floor, I said to her, but she wasn’t in agreement. “You need some rest after all this, she said as she tucked me into the bed. I listened and allowed her to do what she wanted; after all, I felt safe around her. She came to lie beside me after a few minutes, and before I could realize, I was fast asleep after what felt like hours of sleep, which was actually just an hour of sleep. I woke up to see her seated facing an open window with the moonlight brushing her face. I turned slightly, facing her, and asked her, “Why did you help me ?” She turned slowly to look at me in the eyes, smirked, and said” Everyone need help sometimes, I’ve been through a lot in this life, and I promised myself to help others no matter what happens, I know what I went through and what It did to me, so if I see someone suffering, I put myself in their shoes. I try to help them. “ I turned over to the other side to try to continue my sleep. She came to lay down shortly after, there was sudden silence in the room, I turned over to face her, our breaths falling into the same rhythm, there was darkness in the room but not pitch black, I could see the features of her face as I looked into her face, I lifted my hand and tucked her hair to the back of her ears. I moved closer to her face and felt her lips on mine. I tasted a bit of her lips with my tongue, not too aggressively, steady and slowly. I stopped for a while, just to be sure she wanted this too. At this point, our breaths were pacing swiftly. She rubbed her nose on my cheek and slowly moved her lips, placing them on mine. She kissed me passionately. I took off her dress, and she took my hoodie off too. I lay slowly on her, kissed her neck as I went in slowly on her. Her little moans made me thrust hard. And before I knew it, we had shared a passionate time.

The next Morning came in too bright. The Light spilled brightly across the room, tracing golden lines over the floorboards. My head throbbed dully, but luckily the world was steady again. I turned around slowly, reaching my hand over the bed slowly, hoping to touch her again, but sadly, she wasn’t there. For a moment, I thought everything was a dream. But her scent lingered, a mix of lavender and something faintly sweet. There was a glass of water sitting on a nightstand beside a folded note.

I reached out for the note, lifting the glass cup slightly and placing it on the table. The note had a short message on it; my fingers trembled slightly as I read it, hoping it had some good news in it.

I believe you are awake now. Stay safe, and I hope to meet you again. Bye.

There was no name. No number. No address. My tummy tightened. I stood up slowly and walked into the bathroom. I splashed water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My reflection looked better than it did last night. I washed up and realized my clothes from last night were hanging neatly across the couch.

A soft hum of traffic drifted through the window. When I peeped outside, my confusion deepened. The hotel sign blinked across the street; I hadn’t noticed it last night when we came in. My heart gave a nervous thud. I reached out for my trousers to check if my wallet and phone were intact, but my search was cut abruptly when I saw my purse beneath my clothes. My credit cards and phones were all intact. I gave out a heavy sigh. I mean, there were times I was robbed dry after having a one-night stand. I looked around the room again. Hoping that she might have left something behind at least. I got dressed and headed towards the hallway. My footsteps echoed as I made my way toward the elevator. When I arrived at the reception desk, there was a new face seated there. She lifted her head the moment she saw me and asked if I needed something.

“Good morning,” she chirped. “Checking out?”

I hesitated for a while and then said. “Actually… could you tell me who booked this room?” Room 209.

She nodded and glanced at her computer, then shook her head with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, sir, but the guest who checked you in paid cash and left early this morning. She didn’t leave any details behind.”

My heart skipped a beat, “ and Did she… say anything?”

The receptionist fell quiet for a while and thought for a second. “Only that you weren’t to be disturbed until you woke up.”

I swallowed my saliva and asked calmly. “Nothing else?”

“No.” The receptionist answered.

I thanked her quietly and turned as I walked toward the door. Outside the hotel, the morning sun was already high, washing the streets in gold. I called my driver from home to come pick me up, as I had left my car at the club. As I waited, I still felt as if the previous night had been a dream. But it wasn’t; I still had a vivid picture of her face in my head. I still remember every pattern of her face as I kissed her. I still felt the warmth of her breath as she kissed my neck. Of course, none of this is a dream. It’s a pity she left a memory in my head that I will never forget. The driver arrived quickly and drove me straight home without asking any questions. I knew once I got home, I had a lot of explaining to do, especially to my dad, who seems to always be on my case. The echo of my footsteps filled the marble hallway long before my father’s voice did. The Burking estate had that effect, making every sound bounce, stretch, and double back at you like a reminder that silence was a luxury no one in this family could afford.