***Lola ***
The ride to the hotel was quiet, and Dean was on his phone the whole way. I sat there fidgeting with the strap to my clutch. My lip and cheek had a slight throb feeling, and my head was starting to hurt,
Feeling the car slow down, making the turn into the hotel parking lot.
Looking out, I could see people everywhere, the cars waiting to pull up and stopping to let people out. Even the press was here snapping pictures of whoever was getting out of the vehicle,
Dean put his phone away, looking at me.
"Make sure you smile. Keep this side of your face away from the camera,"
He says while reaching out and running his thumb over my lip. I flinch a little; my lip was sore, and the pressure from his thumb hurt.
The car stopped. Dean opened the door and stepped out. He held hi
