Page 24 of Lost In London

Turning to question him, he beat me to it right as my mouth opened. “I’m hungry.” He said before getting out and slamming the door.

What in the entire hell was going on?

Did I do something to piss him off?

Where was all this bad energy coming from?

Managing to get out of his ridiculous high truck with no help, I followed behind him to the bar. “Want anything to drink?” He asked without looking at me.

“No thanks.”

He spoke to the bartender and then turned his attention to me. “I like when you wear your hair down like this. It fits your sexy ass well.” His hands roughly raked through my curls.

Blushing from his compliment, I hopped on the stool next to him hoping the rest of the evening went smoothly. “Thank you. I wore it like this just for you.”

“What are you drinking?” He asked the question I was hoping he wouldn’t bring up.

Right as I was about to open my mouth I got this queasy feeling like I needed to throw up. Then my head started hurting and I felt woozy. I hadn’t had one drink yet. “Um, I’ll have water with lemon.” Damn. I really wanted to drink.

Frowning at my choice of drink, Elgin waved me off. “Nah, with me you’re drinking. So, what is it?”

“Can I have water with lemon please?” I told the bartender.

“Can you also bring four long islands please?” He added.

“We also have the hookah pipes. Care to use one?” The blonde bartender asked.

“Yes, please.”

His brows raised in surprise. “Since when do you smoke?” There were a lot of things he didn’t know about me. Now that I think about it, I knew more about him than he knew about me.

“Tried it a few times with my friends.” I wasn’t lying. Figured if I am already out with him being pressured to drink then I might as well smoke to ease my nerves, although the Hookah tobacco wasn’t weed.

“Here, drink this.” He slid two of the long islands my way.

“Thanks, but I’m okay.” I slid them back towards him, waiting on my glass of lemon water.

“Drink them, London.” Every single hair on my body stood at attention. Chills raced up my back to my neck from the eerie demand in his voice.

I told you not to go. Why didn’t you listen to me? He’s dangerous. I know his heart.

There goes that voice again. Maybe I needed to drink to stop it from talking. I was around here hearing voices, not cute at all.

One sip. Two sips. The first one finished. One sip. Two sips. My stomach feels funny. Liquor is overrated. I got up and tried to walk it off. Before I realized it, I was by his truck bent over wishing my insides would just spill it out already.

“You okay?” He came around with a bottle of water in his hand.

“I just feel that I need to puke.” I felt the bile sitting right in the center of my chest. I thought bending over would make it come up easier. Of course not. I was about to force my fingers down my throat when I felt hands. Hands that weren’t my hands. Slowly I backed up and turned the other way.

“Come on, London. I can help you feel better.” As kind as his words sounded, I knew damn well that him touching my body wasn’t going to help the vomit come up quicker.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hands aim for the front of my pants. Thank God for quick reflexes and the ability to jump out of the way. “I’m good. Thanks” I was supposed to be panicking right now. Cussing him out. Calling an Uber to take me back to my car, but no. All I could focus on was my upset stomach and trying not to pass out.

I closed my eyes and wished the puke would come up. Again, he tried to touch me. This time I pushed him back. “Elgin, I told you, don’t.”

It’s like a demon took possession of his body. His eyes were wild and red. “I’m tired of you stuck up bitches. Always thinking you’re better than everyone else. ‘No don’t touch me. No, I want to wait for marriage.” He mocked me. “What dude do you think is going to take that?” He yelled.

I couldn’t do anything but stare into his deranged eyes. Instantly my sick feeling was replaced with fear. Bone-chilling fear. “Get in the truck.” My head began to swim. With him on the other side of the truck, I could hear him loud and clear yelling offenses and calling me every name but a child of God.

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