Page 15 of Ruin Me
“I’ll take a long black, and I’ll get the big breakfast, extra bacon.” Rhett responds as he continues to keep his gaze on me. The silence between us feels heavy. Despite Rhett's control over me, I find myself surprisingly at ease in his presence. He's like a drug, intoxicating me with each breath.
My heart races as the waiter brings our drinks, and I can't help but take slow, deep sips of the chocolate milkshake. It's been years since I've allowed myself this simple pleasure. Rhett watches my every move, his eyes never leaving my face. I can feel the heat of his gaze, as if it's searing into the very depths of my being.
Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice low and seductive. "You know, Hadley, you never used to be so... quiet. What happened to the feisty girl I remember?"
I choke on my drink, sputtering and coughing. Rhett's laughter fills the small space between us, but it's not unkind. It's a reminder of who he is, and who I once was.
"It's been a long time, Rhett. I've had to grow to my fathers expectations, remember? We aren't children anymore.” My words hang in the air as the waiter brings over our food, the smell of it making my stomach growl. Rhett's eyes never leave mine as he takes a bite of his breakfast, his lips glistening with oil from the bacon. I try to ignore the way my body responds to him, the way my heart beats faster whenever he's near.
“You’re going to take me back, aren’t you?” I don’t even bother to wait for his response, I already know the answer. "You want to know why I’ve changed? It’s because he wanted me to be theperfect daughter, the one who followed all the rules and never caused any trouble. He wanted me to be a reflection of his own success, but I couldn't be that. I was the wild child, the one who broke rules, who pushed boundaries. I couldn't live up to his expectations, so I had to suppress who I really was. In doing so, I feel like I have lost who I am." He takes a sip of his coffee as he takes in my words. The room starts to feel small as the silence continues.
I look around the room; there is hardly anyone in here, and yet the room feels full. Could I possibly get away from him? The storm outside intensifies, the thunder and lightning echoing in my chest. My heart beats in sync with the storm, matching its wild, unpredictable rhythm.
“The storm seems to be getting worse,” I whisper, changing the subject, wanting to take the attention off myself.
Rhett nods, his gaze never leaving mine. "Yes, it doesn’t seem to be letting up at all.” I drop my gaze back down to my plate.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Rhett shakes his head at me. “Seriously, Rhett? Are you really going to stop me from going to the bathroom?”
The bastard smirks at me.
“I will follow you to the bathroom and wait outside.” Before I can protest he raises to his feet. “You have two minutes, Hadley. This isn’t a negotiation.”
I quickly rise to my feet, making my way across the room to the ladies room. Rhett is hot on my heels as I push into the bathroom. The door swings closed behind me and he doesn’t follow me in. I pace the room trying to get my head together.
If I run, where the fuck could I go? All my things are back in the hotel room. He has my wallet and my phone, I don't have access to any of my money or my fake ID. I can't ask for help. I let out a frustrated grunt as I stare at the window in the corner of the room, plotting the getaway I would never get away with. Thedesperation sits heavily on my shoulders and it’s no use. I will never get away from Rhett. Even if I tried, he would never rest until he finds me again. As if he sensed my inner turmoil, Rhett crashes through the door. We stand there silently staring at each other. He reaches his hand out to me and I take it, wishing that things were different. Wishing that I could talk him into helping me hide, lose Hadley Armstrong and become Audra Wells, but I know how loyal he is to my father. He’d never do it, no matter what our history was.
“You’re going to make me go back, aren't you?” My voice is full of emotion as my eyes fill with tears. He pulls me back into the dining room where we finish our breakfast.
“Yes,” he replies and that's all I needed to hear.
Rhett
My stomach was full and I could easily slip into a food coma but I knew I couldn’t. I had to keep my eye on her. Through that fucking breakfast, I could see her mind running a mile a minute figuring out if she could run. Thankfully, the doors were closed and she’d have to do a lot of running in a storm that looked worthy of a tornado. I’d intentionally not allowed her to take her wallet or phone for that specific purpose.
She walked ahead of me, giving me a view of that juicy ass that wobbled just enough when I smacked it. God, I was getting hard already.
How was it possible to be so turned on by one woman?
Sure, I’d been in love with her since we were kids, but she belonged to someone else now. I had a task to do, and it was one I did fucking well.
One thing was for sure, I was grateful to this storm raging so could be stuck here and I could fuck all of these feelings out before I took her back to her Dad, and to her life with fucking Emerson Carter. How I was going to have enough of that fucking ass, that juicy pussy and those perfect pink lips I had no idea, but it would have to do.
Her steps were getting quicker, and I suddenly snapped to attention right as we passed the last few people in the foyer and headed down the hallway to the elevator. She was getting ready to run.
I could feel it.
I picked up my pace and kept her in my sights, watching every movement like a wolf would its prey. A slight look over her shoulder to see where I was and I knew what she was planning. I began to jog up to her just as she began to run. I ran after her, knowing there were a million ways she could hide in this hotel.
I didn’t have time for any damn hide and seek game. She had to go home. She had to marry that fucktard and make her father happy.
No matter how hard it was for me to let her go. She fit fucking perfectly around my cock, taking every fucking inch like we were puzzle pieces that fit together.
My cock was aching to slide back into her, every delicious inch after another, until I could see those eyes roll back and her mouth form an O.
She turned the corner and continued to run past the maintenance doors. I knew this was the middle of the hotel and she’d be around staff members who would be more than happy to help her away from me.
As I turned the latest corner, I noticed that she was desperately trying to open up a locked door. She turned around, her eyes wet with tears as she realised it was fruitless. I grabbedher arm and pulled her away from the door and back down the hall. She made no protests, only a little whimper.
