𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆✔

Chapter 3: the hotel room

Y/N's P.O.V:

as my gaze stopped right in his face,

I examined his features right before I got heavily knocked out.

He exited the car,

opening my door.

"Come out now, hurry because I don't think you'd want to be known as the girl who vomited in my car" he warned.

But there was no answer from me,

no signal that I could even hear him.

He sighed,

huffing and puffing,

a sign of regret and irritation.

I mean...at least I got saved by a hot guy in the club.

"You've made me hate going to my father's own club" he gushed while sounding utterly annoyed.

He reached his arms out,

carrying me,

while making sure that he gets a good grip of me.

my hair flowed in the blowing wind,

a hot guy carrying a girl that just threw up in his tesla?

and also saving her from guys in the club?

what a story,

seems impossible.

everyone's eyes were on us,

I feel so bad for him carrying me while everyone is staring at him.

"Is there anything so amusing that everyone is staring at? don't fucking worry she's my girl" he announced as he lied to a whole crowd of people.

I was seriously screaming in my head,

I didn't know how to feel.

Creeped out,

or happy by the fact that he's just lying so that people don't think anything bad of it...

I still didn't know where we were going yet until...

"Hello sir, what room would you like? we ha-" before she even could continue and list the options of the hotel room types..

"Suite" h/n exclaimed

I could still hear everything even though I was knocked out,

but it felt like I was paralyzed.

"Oh my god! our master is carrying a girl?" h/n's men whispered to eachother in shock.

I heard them,

but I didn't mind.

But what exactly did they mean by master?

Is he the owner of the hotel or something?

To them it was abnormal and very out of the ordinary for their master to even pay attention to a girl, so even carrying one would blow their mind away.

while still carrying me in bridal style, 

he started walking to the hotel room,

we made it to his room but he had to take out his card to swipe it so that we could get in.

My hands rested on his stomach as he carried me into the hotel room,

to be honest I never wanted him to put me down,

I felt bumpiness in his stomach,

I predicted it was his abs,

his abs and chest just gave me a feeling of safety you know?