No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



I was experiencing a total disconnect from reality, there's no other explanation for it.

Otherwise, my gut reaction would have been to scream or bolt for the door.

But I didn't. Instead, I just squatted there, dumbly asking who he was.

"Little lady, why so blue? Heartbroken?" The man had the quintessential Western look-deep-set eyes, a high nose, and distinctly chiseled features, yet he spoke perfect English with a hint of an exotic accent.

He nailed it. Somehow, he could see right through to the reason for my sorrow.

"Who are you?" I asked, sounding dumber than I felt.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, my brief lapse in consciousness was jolted back to reality, and I immediately thought of the boss of Club Q.

But I wasn't sure it was him. In my mind, the boss was a rugged, burly man, something akin to a Lord type. Yet, the man standing before me was the epitome of refined elegance, with a mature charm about him. Had I encountered him on the street, I might have mistaken him for a male model or something of the sort. Suddenly, I remembered Conrad mentioning the Club Q boss had an injury, so I scrutinized the man more closely. However, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, just that the more I looked at him, the more strikingly handsome he appeared. "My name is Henrik Taylor," he said with a slight lean forward, and I realized just how close he was to me.

I instinctively recoiled, but his hand reached out, seemingly wanting to touch my face, yet I turned my head away.

Still, his hand landed on my head, patting it as one might a small animal, "You can call me Henrik, or Skye if you prefer."

I dodged his touch again, curling up like a cornered animal, "What do you want?"

I didn't scream. Even if I did, by the time Conrad could rush in, I'd likely already be in this man's grasp.

"What do you think?" he asked with a smile.

There was something about his always-smiling demeanor that maybe made me feel a little less frightened.

And I retorted with a child-like response, "I know you're here to take me."

"Ha ha..." Henrik laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned about being overheard.

"Little lady, how old are you? You're so adorable." Henrik wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes.

Adorable? Me?

I hadn't realized it myself. It seemed I was indeed terrified, right back to my naive essence.

"Before I came here, I wondered

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and boring. Now, seeing how cute and fun you are, there's no need to worry you're far more interesting to keep around," Henrik said, extending his hand to me again, "Come, get up."

He intended to pull me up and take me away.

But I wasn't scared stiff. Why would I just comply?

"This hotel has protection for me, even outside," I reminded him.

"I know," Henrik wasn't the least bit deterred.

"So, you can't take me away," I said, already thinking of how to alert Conrad outside.

Even if it might not help, at least he'd know I was taken and could start looking for me sooner.

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"Little lady how about we try?" As soon as Henrik finished speaking, he

had grabbed my hand and how

me up with such speed that thad no chance to dodge.

So, my earlier attempts to retreat and shrink away were just him playing along with a game of cat and mouse.

"Felicia, are you alright?" Conrad

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