The Twist

CHAPTER 4

Jack`s POV

I start my job, my side hustle, and by the third ride, I am happy I made such a decision. At least while I am searching for a job, I am totally making a life for myself. At the end of the third ride, I notice a lady running towards myself me and I stop, I can see it, fear and terror written all over her, she tries as best as she can to open the door but I can tell, whatever it is she is running away from will most likely get her at this point, I open the door and she gets in and for some unknown reason, I do not question my decision, I just do it. I have no idea where I`m headed to, the mistress seems beyond broken and I`m sure she has no destination in her head. I am contemplating on what to do next when she opens her mouth and mentions a hotel I know too well, but what draws my attention to her is her voice and her English, so refined and so pure, we had gotten off in a haste and it never occurred to me to take note of anything concerning her, I stare at the mirror and despite the tiredness written all over her, she is still a pretty damsel to behold. And Oak Hotel is not where someone as pretty as her should be all alone. I have to go with her. I do not know anyone here, else I would have entrusted her to the person and just leave. She seems to be the rather difficult type with a lot of trust issues and after so many debates, she leaves me standing here, her weird thought and suspicion still going on in her head. I try calling Ethan to let him know I would not be home but his phone does not connect and I don`t know why.

I get into the car and I park at the car park, my cab standing out the most, I lock it and I rush to the hotel, I scan the hotel with my eyes and I cannot find her, I squint and I scan the reception again and it does not take me long to find her, just as I suspected, she is wobbling to the receptionist, I quickly rush to her and drag her by her hands.

“If you are here to make a scene, you picked the wrong person, mister.”

Her eyes are drooping and it is clear she is trying to keep herself up.

“If you do not keep quiet and shut it, I can assure you, you will definitely create that scene that you dread so bad.”

I say between my teeth because I can already notice people staring at us already, I am currently a nobody and it will not take father anything to sweep any unwanted information under the carpet, everything will most likely fall on her, my blazers from the morning is still in my hands, I use it to wrap her and cover her face, I struggle and struggle and at last, I manage to pull her to the reception desk.

“Good evening, ma`am.”

Every fiber of me is on fire, I am exhausted and still struggling, my insides are starting to hurt, I push, gritting my teeth, envisioning the room already.

“Good evening sire.”

She stares at me from top to bottom, carefully evaluating me in her head.

“Room 49 please.”

“Not available, sire.”

That room has always been my favorite spot to occupy in all of Oak Hotel, I know fully well it is not occupied, but of course, I cannot dare to compare myself to that man I once was.

“Is any room available?”

I ignore it and I let it slide, there is no point trying to argue without evidence, it will just create a scene and cement this lady`s suspicion.

“Yes sir. You can book from room one to seven.”

I almost wrinkle my nose, but I restrain myself from doing such. It will only make people wonder who I really am.

“Fine, room five then.”

“That will be 250 dollars sire.”

It takes me a great level of reserve to not exclaim or even shout, that is exactly how much I made this night and now, I inhale, taking her home at this point does not exactly seem like a bad decision, I contemplate it and I end up pulling my card, the reception swipes it and the long beep makes my heart skip. It processes and she hands over the key to me.

“First room by your right on the first floor.”

I pick the keys and I drag the body in my arms to the elevator. We get in and I punch the floor on the elevator, I rest my head on the elevator completely deprived of strength, it dings open and I walk out with her. The number on the room is boldly written, so I do not waste time in locating it, I open the room and the first thing I do is lay her on the bed. The moment I tuck her under the duvet, I lock the door and turn on the air conditioner, I fling off everything I wore during the day and I jump into the shower. The water washes over me, relieving me of all the dirt and sweats I have toiled in since the beginning of the day, I repeat my singlet and I just slide under the bed, my spare clothes are in the car and I am in no mood to go get them, I wrap myself with a part of the duvet and I recall she is still on her full clothing, there is no way she will be able to get a good night rest like this. I pull her shoes off her leg and just let her trouser be, I slide my hands in and unhook her bra.