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#Chapter 16

Diana Markovic



Hugh didn't give me a chance to try and question his last sentence, the moment I tried, I was surprised by his large, rough hand next to mine, making me run in a hurry.

— There's a lodging nearby, we won't be able to continue the journey with this rain. he said when we saw some houses very similar to the one in the village.

— But what about your motorcycle?

“No one steals anything around here. It stays there and when it stops raining, we go to the buyer.

“If you say so, that's right then. I shrugged , walking with him under the porch of what I assumed was the lodging.

We were a little wet, so he asked a guy at the front desk for a towel. After we dried off we sat down and started talking about random things and every time I tried to talk about the house he just cut me off. I ended up giving up.

The hours were passing and the rain was not weakening, on the contrary, it was getting stronger. I started to feel hungry again.

"It's already midday ." I'm hungry, can we find somewhere to eat here? I asked after I had laid down on the bench with my belly up.

"Fuck princess, I'm hungry too." he said sitting on the floor next to me. "I guess there must be a place here, or do people here starve?" he laughed.

I loved his smile. I watched him get up and go to the receptionist again, then he came back.

— Come on, there's a restaurant at the back. He held out his hand helping me to my feet.

After we ate and he paid the bill – at his insistence – we went back to the front of the place but the rain still hadn't stopped.

“Oh, I'm so full. I really wanted to lie down on a bed and sleep. I yawned .

“I also wanted to lay in your bed and sleep.

- I didn't understand.

— I also wanted to lie down on a bed and sleep. He repeated and I nodded smiling.

It was just what I lacked, hearing problems at that age.

— I'll do the following princess , I'll get the motorcycle and pick you up here to leave. I'm not in the mood to wait for the rain to pass. Another day I come back here.

— But it's raining a lot, isn't it dangerous?

— I'm a good pilot. He winked at me. The heart began to speed up.

"Why don't we ride the motorcycle all the way here then?" I questioned.

“If the buyer saw my bike, they'd do anything to keep it, and that's the one thing I'm not willing to give up. he explained.

— But wasn't it just hiding before going to talk to him? — I really didn't understand.

— Such a person knows everything in his small town or city, so I preferred to leave him before entering the forest. I nodded in understanding.

- Oh yes.

“You stay here, pick a room to get some rest in the meantime.

"You're not going to get lost or take too long, are you?" I asked, distressed at the idea of him leaving me alone in that unfamiliar place.

He smirked like someone who's misunderstood my concern.

"I won't be long, princess." I stood there watching him turn away.

It was so strange to see him go away, I automatically felt sad, I knew Hugh would be back but I couldn't help the strange tightness in my chest.

- Careful! I yelled. And come back soon.

He just smiled back and started to run outside in the rain.

So I decided to do what Hugh had suggested, I asked for a room just to lie down on a bed for a while and honestly I hoped from the heart that there weren't any cockroaches in the place because my cockroach-killing hero wasn't there to help me.

I climbed the stairs with my jaw pounding from the cold, opened the bedroom door with traces of hesitation but found that there were no insects, so I went inside. The bed was very inviting and large, I quickly took off my sandals, put my bag next to the bed and lay down with my cell phone in hand.

I put on some random music and thought about Hugh Mikhail. As time passed, I realized that there were only four days left before my departure and I was sure that we would never see each other again, unless he came to my home in California, since that was the agreement we had made to that he would let me stay at his house when I arrived in the village.

I also knew that he was hiding something from me and I couldn't help but worry because every minute that passed I felt my feelings for him grow, which was ridiculous since he never gave me any hope or illusion that something would ever happen between us. .

How could I forget the bathroom episode? Just remembering my panties was wet, he gave me my first orgasm, kissed me like no one ever did and... He was just him. Sincere, coarse, gentle, beautiful, hot, and bipolar . I was in love and screwed.

An hour passed and he didn't come back, what if he didn't? Would he be so bad as to abandon me in a lodging in the middle of nowhere? Another half hour passed and an uneasy feeling rose in my stomach. He wouldn't dare, but even so, panic was inevitable.

I went down to the reception, talked a little with the nice guy, went back to the room, the day was starting to get dark, the rain was decreasing and he didn't come back. I sat on the bed and hugged my knees and started to cry. I was worried and distressed, I knew it was exaggeration but I couldn't help it. Until finally the bedroom door opened, I quickly tried to cover up and dry my tears.

"The goddamned motorcycle tire slashed!" - he complained taking off his leather jacket when he looked at me and saw me with red eyes. "Diana, did something happen?" He took my no abruptly from my face that I was trying to cover.

- No of course not. — lied .

"Why is it like this then?" Of course something happened. You are crying? Nobody cries for anything. Tell me, what happened? He sat on the edge of the bed.

“I just…I was worried. You took more than two hours. He opened his mouth in surprise.

"Princess, did you think I was going to leave you here?" He frowned.

“For a moment yes, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. I was just scared here alone and also it's almost dark. Hugh took my hand and the gesture made my heart warm.

Then my heart skipped a beat as he pulled my body to him. I seemed to melt in his arms. I felt his heart also accelerated beating against mine. It was the best hug I've ever received in my life and inside I was begging him not to let go, to keep hugging me for a long time.

- I am really sorry. he said as he pulled away, my body not wanting to let go of his.

"It's okay, I overreacted. I'm sorry for this. Can we forget? - he smiles sniffling.

He did not answer. He was just examining my face and the depths of my eyes for a few seconds, his expression was very serious, more serious than any time I've seen him. Hugh looked like he was thinking about something and not liking the thought at all.

- Let's go back home. he finally spoke.

"Were you able to fix the tire?" I asked.

- Yes.

I paid for the room and got on the bike with him, the rain had stopped and night was about to arrive, but I was happy to finally be heading back to his village. So I hugged his body a little tighter than necessary as he made his way back.

As soon as I saw Hugh's house, my heart was filled with relief and a feeling of comfort came over me, I didn't know what would become of me when my day to leave arrived. At first I hated it, but by then I loved the place and I think I loved the owner too.

Hugh was tense and serious, but he still called me to dinner after I'd showered and changed. He, too, was clean and more casually dressed. During dinner the tension did not disappear, but even so I ate a lot of that delicious eggplant lasagna stuffed with cheese.

— I bought wine, do you want it?

- Yes. - Hugh opened the bottle and poured us. - Thank you very much. "Thank you."

I drank more than him and at the end of dinner, I washed the dishes. When I got back to the bedroom, he wasn't in bed. I had a sudden urge to feel his body against mine again, to breathe in his scent up close, his warmth.

However, it would no longer be possible, deep down I knew very well that I had scared him with crying earlier. He had no doubt already noticed my feelings for him and wanted to nip it in the bud by treating me with indifference.

My head partially spun, I hadn't even drunk that much, yet with little courage induced by the small amount of alcohol I ingested, I lay down on his bed and hugged the sheets as if they were him.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them, Hugh was standing on the bed. He was only with a white towel wrapped around his body. Her blond hair was wet and slicked back. Drops of water slowly trickled down his chest. Overcome with pent-up desire, I licked my lips. My heart was beating out of my chest.

"What are you doing in my bed?"

“Why do you reject me? I blurted out suddenly.

He closed his eyes, sighed deeply as if trying to maintain control.

“I'm tired and sleepy. Go to your mattress. — I could have sworn I heard a "please."

My stomach contracted. I was very embarrassed and the word humiliation was my second name at that time.

- I'm sorry. was all I was able to say .

He left the room with his clothes in hand to get dressed elsewhere. I lay down on the mattress and wondered why the sudden coldness. Yes, at first he was rude but we had opened up to each other, and despite the rejection in the bathroom, that day he was kind, said I was pretty and even seemed to like me.

Maybe I was wrong. Either he wanted me but there was something stopping him, or he just didn't want me. I immediately remembered that he said I wasn't his type, maybe that was it. I only knew two things: that I was confused and that I was really fucked up.