Good Girls Do It Well (A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (20 page)
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Authors: Aubrey Michelle
CHAPTER 4
PAIGE
Holy shit! That was the only thought that my mind could make any sense of. Sure, there were plenty of other things happening inside my brain but it was all just a blur at this point. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. It was supposed to be my reward for dealing with years of being treated like shit by the man who was supposed to love me. Now I had to wonder if I was going to meet a far worse fate. I had no idea who this man was or how he got into the room I was going to be staying in. All I knew for sure is that he was huge and I didn’t want to do anything to anger him. I remained as still as humanly possible, not wanting to alarm him. The last thing I wanted to do was make an sudden involuntary movement that would freak him out and cause him to do something drastic.
“I promise I won’t scream. I’ll do whatever you say. I don’t want to cause you any problems. Please, just don’t hurt me,” I pleaded with him.
The realization hit me. When you see these types of situations on television or think about them in your head, you always tell yourself you would act differently than the person being attacked. You also think that you wouldn’t just sit there and take it. Normally, you’d say to yourself that you would refuse to be a victim and that you would fight back against the attacker. Things change when you are actually in the situation. All I could think to do was be a good girl and follow his directions. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hurt me—or worse, kill me!
After telling him I wouldn’t be a problem for him, he held onto me for what felt like an eternity. He was staring me in the eyes through the mirror. It was like he was trying to get a read on my body language and figure me out. I must have sounded sincere enough because he led me back out into the main part of the room and released me from his death grip. I was so scared, but I was determined not to show it. If I had any chance of surviving this, I would have to act like what was happening wasn’t a big deal. I know that sounds ridiculous now, but that’s the way my mind was working.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and lit up a cigarette. We were in a non-smoking room, but I wasn’t going to be the one to bring that to his attention. It’s not like it would have mattered anyway. I hoped that maybe someone would smell it and come to investigate. Of course, that could backfire on me and get me hurt.
I spotted a chair over in the corner of the room and slid down into it. I was not about to sit anywhere near the bed because I was afraid the huge tattooed monster would try to rape me. My fear became even worse when I spotted the pistol holstered on his hip. I wondered how he managed to get it onto the boat.
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As the day passed, I felt as if we were in a staring contest. Every time I looked up, he was glaring in my direction. I wanted to talk to him so I could try to come to a realization of what his plans were
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but I thought better of it. I figured if he told me too much information, he might realize that I know more than I should and he would have to get rid of me, even if that wasn’t in his original plans. The longer we sat there, one thing became perfectly clear. He was exhausted. He appeared to be physically drained. I was drained as well, but my problem was more on an emotional level. I started forming a plan in my head. If I could hold out until he fell into a deep sleep, I would be able to sneak out and seek help from security.
It took a couple more hours of sitting there, staring at each other before he finally started to relax. He laid back on the bed, propped up on one arm for a while but eventually he fell asleep. He was a snorer, just as I suspected he would be. It would be impossible for someone with such a thick neck not to snore as he slept. I couldn’t help but watch this behemoth of a man as his neck veins pulsated with each breath in and out. As much as I hated the sound of snoring, it was perfect for my situation. The sounds would provide the perfect backdrop for my escape.
Wanting to ensure he was sound asleep, I waited for an hour before I put my plan into action. Slowly, I raised myself up out of the chair as I held my breath, cringing when the leather creaked beneath me. I instantly froze in place, but his slumber continued. Step by step, I inched my way toward the door. Taking one last deep breath, I reached down and turned the knob. The clicking sound echoed through the room, causing my captor’s eyes to pop open.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“Oh, uh, I just thought I heard something in the hall. I was going to check it out to make sure everything was okay.”
“Bitch, I’m not some big stupid oaf so you can stop treating me like I’m a fucking idiot. What part of nobody goes in or out of this room until we get to Honduras did you not understand? Do I have to do something to make sure you don’t try this shit again?”
“No, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” I apologized, realizing that I messed up badly. I was completed defeated. All I could do was let myself slide back down into the chair and wait it out. I just hoped that the dumb decision I had just made wouldn’t come back to haunt me later.
I was staring at the ground as I felt his gaze on me. He was watching every move I made. There was little chance that he was going to risk going back to sleep after I the stunt I just pulled. He would be watching me like a hawk and I knew it. There would be no getting out of the room unless he decided it was going to happen.
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The silence in the room was deafening. After what I had tried, I knew I had to do something to try to get on his good side. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be possible to strike up a conversation with the man. He seemed like he wasn’t going to be much of a talker. At that point, I really didn’t have much to lose.
“So what’s your name anyway?” I spoke softly.
“What’s it matter to you?” was his blunt reply.
“I don’t know. I just figured since we’re going to be in here for a couple of days together, we could at least talk. It would beat sitting here in silence staring at one another until the ship docks.”
“Beast.”
“Beast? Your name is Beast?”
Oh, good God, fuck me now. It would be my luck that the guy who’s holding me hostage is named Beast.
“Yeah, they call me Beast. You got a problem with that?”
“No, no problem at all. Just an interesting choice for a name. You say they call you Beast. Who are they?”
“What does that fuckin’ matter to you?” he snapped.
“No, I…I was just asking,” I quickly explained.
Stop pissing him off, Paige! He’s going to kill you.
“You’re a nosy little shit, aren’t you? Best you don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“I…never mind,” my growling stomach broke the silence in the room. “Just trying to be friendly, is all.”
He stared at me for a few moments before he began speaking to me again.
“My brothers. My club. I’m a member of the Coyotes of Mayhem motorcycle club out of Arizona.”
“I see,” I wasn’t going to ask any follow-up questions to that. “Are you hungry? I’m starving. I think I read that you can get food delivered right to the room.”
“What kind of shit are you trying to pull?” he asked, suspicious that I was up to something. In reality, I just wanted to get some food in my stomach and to try to get to him to chill out. Maybe his enormous frame was starving, too. I figured that if I got to know him a little, he might think twice about killing me when this whole thing was over.
“I’m not trying to pull anything. I swear. I’m not going to say a word. I’ll just order the food and won’t let on that anything out of the ordinary is happening.”
“Fine, order some grub and make it something I’m going to like. None of that new age shit where it’s like three bites. I’m a man and expect to be fed like one.”
I called room service and ordered dinner for the two of us. I ordered him a porterhouse steak and loaded baked potato while getting a grilled chicken sandwich and a side salad for myself. I also ordered a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine. I didn’t know what his intentions were, but I figured if he planned to rape me, the wine might numb me.
The food arrived quickly and he seemed pleased that I had kept my promise. I didn’t intend to try anything else. If his plan was truly to let me go, I didn’t want to do anything that was going to mess that up. I’m not sure when he had eaten last, but he devoured his steak and pounded back beer after beer. I had hoped that not outing him to room service would earn some of his trust and wanted to use the opportunity to find out exactly what was happening.
“So, what’s your story?”
“My story? What do you mean? What makes you think I have a story?”
“Well, something had to happen that lead to all this. I doubt you just decided to take someone hostage on a whim today.”
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