Page 17 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

“Yes,” she says as she slams the key down on the counter. “You know your way around or do you want me to call a bell boy?” She fake smiles, but you can see she has questions as her eyes flit between North and me. Right now is not the time. I need to pee and North definitely needs a drink, so I would rather leave that till later.

He grabs the key and shoves it into his pocket, grabs our bags with one of his huge hands, takes mine with the other, and drags me away.

“Later, Holly!” he yells over his shoulder as we head for the elevators.

The suite is magnificent. A complete contrast to the reception area. It’s all sleek and modern and has clean lines with whites and creams with lesser amounts of black and maroon. The bedroom is huge with a super-sized bed adorned with complementary scatter pillows; it’s positioned against the wall facing the huge balcony that looks out onto the beautiful scenery. The bathroom is out of a magazine. The Jacuzzi bath also looks out over the lake and snow-capped mountains.

“Oh, North. It’s amazing. It’s so beautiful,” I say, taking everything in.

“Do you really love it?” he asks. “We can get our room remodelled when we get back it you want it a little more like this?”

Jesus, this man kills me every day. He tries so hard to make everything perfect. He wants to give me anything I want. All I want is him. I don’t care about the material stuff. I never had it growing up. I never craved this level of luxury. I’m a make do and mend type. Although, having options is good, and being able to buy new, now and again, is satisfying.

“No, I like it, but I like the way everything is at home. I don’t want to change a thing.” I smile, and I know it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. I would rather have a place of our own, but I need to keep that to myself, or we will be looking at houses on Tuesday when we are back, and it’s too soon for that.

I make my way out onto the balcony, watching the sailboats gliding across the water. North comes behind me and holds me. I breathe and take in the quiet and the fresh air that’s not tinged with memories.

I want to make new memories, happy memories, here with North.

I breathe again and tip my head to the side for North as he kisses me gently on the side of my neck. God, I love this man. I don’t ever want a day where it’s not like this between us.

Chapter 15

North

Ofallthefuckingpeople to work in this hotel. Fucking Holly Danson. She was a casual hook-up when I came up to the Lakes on business a year or so ago. She knew it was just sex and no strings. I haven’t even called her since the last time I was here, and I didn’t know she had switched hotels. I don’t know what all the fucking jealousy was about when I checked in. Kara took it all in stride, though. She hasn’t mentioned it or asked questions, so I am hoping she’s forgotten all about her. I have.

We showered and changed, which took longer than we first anticipated because seeing Kara naked never just ends in seeing her naked. My dick always wants some action every time I see those perfect tits and that tight ass bare and, luckily for my dick, Kara is always willing to oblige. The way we fuck though is something else. She drags every ounce of energy from my body to the point I amliterallyfucked afterward.

I look at Kara dressed in jeans, boots, and a tight-fitting red T-shirt. Her hair perfectly straight, and wearing a tiny amount of makeup.

“Have I told you today how beautiful you are, Princess?” I ask, and she nods. I know I tell her constantly, but it’s because she is. She is the most beautiful woman, both inside and out. The trauma she has been through has given her an edge, although she swears they were there before. That edge, that sass, it’s what makes her Kara the super fucking princess.

“Are you ready?” I ask. We are going for a walk down by the lake edge and then for a few drinks in The Wheelhouse Pub. I’ve not been in there for a while, but the food is great, and I think Kara will appreciate the lack of ostentatiousness.

A few hours later, a tipsy Kara and I head back to our suite. When I open the door, I can instantly tell someone has been in it. I try not to worry Kara, but she notices anyway. I walk over to the coffee table where there is an envelope addressed to me. I pick it up, pull out a note, and start to read.

My Ruggedly Handsome North,

It was so nice to see you today. But I wish you had come alone; we could have had some real fun like we used to. It was my last day working here today as I’m moving on, but I have a few days before my next job starts.

I’m sure your sex life is a little on the dull side with that straggler you called “your girlfriend.” I don’t believe it for a minute, by the way. You wouldn’t settle down with a scruffy piece of ass like her unless she has something over you. Either that, or she’s a prostitute.

I miss you and your huge dick, North, so if you decide to play away and let me lick your dick the way I know only I can, you have my number. It’s not changed.

I know I’ll be seeing you soon, North. You never could resist my mouth.

H xxx

What the actual fuck? Do women actually do shit like this? Do they think like this? I knew she was a bit clingy at the time, but I thought no contact for over a year would have sent a clear message. I have no idea what she was thinking, writing this shit down. The sex was mediocre, at best. She was just a willing participant. I know that makes me sound like a shit but, hey, she wanted to get off just like I did. No harm, no foul, and no fucking strings.

“What does it say?” Kara asks, as I grimace and hand the note over. I won’t keep things from her. I want us to have a really truthful and honest relationship.

She reads the note, her eyes darting between mine and the note. Her eyes fill with tears which turn to anger within a split second.

“Is that how people see me, North? Like some fucking rubbish you’ve picked up down a back alley?” She growls. I can tell Holly has hurt her with the written words, but what surprises me is that she’s not angry at the offer of sex.

“I think I need to explain the non-relationship between me and Holly,” I say.

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