Forbidden Mate

Chapter 6

As soon as I feel I am far enough away I concentrate on getting to my room with no more interaction. 

"I'm here to check in please. My name is Aria" 

"Princes Aria, welcome the suit is ready if you follow my colleague he will show you all to your room" a tall blond says "If there is anything you need please don't hesitate to ask" she flashes a flirtatious smile over my shoulder I roll my eyes as she does 

I look behind me and see that Alaric and Oscar are with me. No wonder she smiled like that. What did the receptionist mean when she said room? I clear my head and follow the tall slender man to the elevator. The ride up is an awkward silence. The tall man places a key card into the lift for the door to open. 

As the door opens i'm met with a huge room with floor to ceiling windows. The view of Paris is breathtaking. Just everything is perfection. I run to the window to take it all in.

Alaric is the first to break the silence as he turns to the gentleman still in the lift. "Thank you we can take it from here"

And with those simple words my worst nightmare becomes my reality I am sharing with the guy I want to claw to pieces and the one I want to mount and ride into oblivion. 

Wait did I just think that. 

No. No. No..

This can't be happening.

 What is happening to me? I can feel my heart start to race. I feel trapped 

"Which room is mine?" I quickly ask. 

"You can have the one next to mine if you like" Oscar says suggestively. Literally vomit threatened to come up. 

"I think Aria will be okay in the room by mine. After all she made her intentions very clear at the airport did she not" Alaric intervenes. 

"Great thanks. Have our bags been brought up?" 

"Yes they should be in your room. is everything okay?" Alaric looks at me concerned. 

"Yep everything is fine I just want to freshen up and change into something less formal" and with that I take my leave. 

My heart is still pounding in my chest. Confusion tearing through my mind. I search through my case pulling out a comfortable outfit. I grab my wash bag and a towel and head straight for the shower. I turn the shower on and let the water heat up. I unzip my dress and let it pool at my feet. Taking in my reflection from the wall length mirror the flush in my face is evident against my fair complection. I open the shower door and let the hot water beat against my skin. Just that feeling alone helps but I can't stop of slow the questions arising in my mind. 

Why is this happening? 

Why do I have to be attracted to him? 

Does he feel it as well? 

What does it all mean? 

Do I ask him about it? 

Do I tell him that I am his Mon Amour? 

Or does he already know who I am to him?  

How will he react to me not telling him the truth? 

Does he even feel the same way. 

"Aria stop thinking this way. Its against the law to do what you are thinking" I scold myself. I feel like this is going to be a recurrence whilst here.

I rest my head against the cool tiles and let out a frustrated growl. This trip is going to be a million times harder now. 

I slide down the shower wall and pull my knees to my chest and rest my head on my them as the water still falls and hits my back. I just relish in the silence. But those eyes, his eyes on me. His smile, I can feel my arousal building and a throbbing of the bud between my legs. 

I fight every urge to release this building tension. To give into the temptation. 

"Stop fighting it" a voice whispers. 

"Who's there?" I look around to see where the voice has come from. 

"When you are ready I will be there for you. You just have to know where to look" the voice whispers again.

"Who are you?" I ask but nothing. The bathroom is in silence except the sound of the water. 

I'm losing it. I am actually losing. I need air. I stand from the floor and I shut off the shower. Running into my room I pull on my black skinny jeans, vans and a t-shirt and head out of my room remembering to grab my bag. No one is in the sitting room so I dash for the elevator door. Climb in and don't look back. As the door is closing I hear my name but I really am not interested in talking to anyone. 

I make my way out of the hotel and into the streets of Paris no idea where I'm going. I just need space and a place to breath. My wolf is restless but I have to rein her in. It's not that easy to find somewhere safe to just let her out, especially in a foreign country.