What's up with this difference in treatment?!
Lorena looked around the halls and saw that there were elegant and shiny black marble floors, white velvet wallpaper, and refined flower arrangements on glass tables along the hall. Truly, the rich had it good. She shrugged off the jealousy and slipped into the hallways.
Her footsteps barely echoed throughout the hallway, but she stopped.
Fuck! I don't even know what room it is!
She didn't know which room he stayed in. There were no plaques outside the doors like the other floors, and she assumed that there were security guards just behind the doors, as there were none in the hallways. So she couldn't just peep her head through each door.
Lorena was truly at a loss. She leaned back against the white velvet wallpaper and slowly slid down. As she did this, she felt something small and thin in the pocket of her jeans. She quickly reached inside and pulled out a slip of folded paper. With eager hands, she unfolded the paper and saw a number written in neat handwriting.
Thinking about it, Lorena did see the old doctor writing on a piece of paper on his clipboard. Maybe it was written by him? She had no reason to trust the number on this paper was the room number of Pearson's room, but she had nothing else to go off of right now. She hated the feeling of not knowing things. The thought that somebody else had more intelligence than her currently made her feel complicated, threatened really.
Looking at the number once more, she slipped the paper back into her front pocket and walked down the hall.
431, 432, 433, 434... 460. There we go.
With a shaky breath, Lorena placed her hand on the handle... only to retract it. Something didn't feel right here. Lorena was always one to trust her guts, and her gut told her that this wasn't right. Things weren't matching up. Lorena looked to the paper once more and saw that the 6 wasn't really a six, but a 9. She had seen the way the old fogey had written his numbers, his 6s were a bit more curly than his 9s. This was a 9, no doubt about it. It was really strange to think that he made only one number upside down, but Lorena supposed everything had been too easy from the start.
She turned and started to continue on.
465... 470... 788... 790.
Lorena took a deep breath once more. She placed her hand, again, on the handle, and didn't feel anything wrong this time. She quietly opened it and was momentarily blinded by the light that shone through the large window. She heard men immediately surround her and sensed slight killing intent. One wrong move and she would be a goner.
Lorena blinked her eyes and regained her sight. The first thing her eyes laid on was him. Paterson Black. His eyes laid on her and they made eye contact. Sure enough, those eyes matched the ones in her dream.
Just then, she remembered. She remembered what she had told him.
I whispered into his ear.
"I'm not going anywhere. If not by you, then where? If not with you, then with whom? If not for you, then for who? You are my purpose for being here, so you can't go leaving me either, okay?"
She also remembered everything else as well. Zachary Solace, the Garrula family, being his subordinate, him being her love... It all came back to her.
Wow, what convenient amnesia, huh?
Now armed with the knowledge that she was his and he was hers, she flashed a confident smile and crossed her arms.
"What, now that I've come here, you all of a sudden want to break our vow? I've always known you to be a man of your word if nothing else. But now, it seems you don't even have that going for you, huh?"
Paterson's eyes widened and he examined her closely. She didn't mind, rather, she started evaluating him too. He truly was very handsome in this world as well. He was laying against the backboard of the bed and had the sheets only covering to his waist. His white button-down shirt had obviously been put on only seconds before Lorena came in, so it was still open. Showing a set of lickable abs and mermaid lines. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his biceps showed a bit through the shirt. He wasn't big and bulky like his bodyguards, but rather toned. Nothing like a nerdy bookworm.
His jet black hair was messy from just having awoken, and his golden eyes were sharp and alert. He had a sexy five o'clock shadow, sharp jawline, and defined cheekbones. While she was sizing him up, Paterson was doing the same for her.
Lorena.
She had found him. She hadn't left him. The relief in his heart was immeasurable and he felt as if a burden had been lifted off of him. For the first time in a few days, he smiled. And Lorena felt something hot wanting to come out of her nose.
Ah, my hubby is too handsome. I have no resistance!
Lorena put a finger under her nose and shifted her eyesight away from Paterson. Lorena, in real life, was really a beauty. (but of course she is because she's my character and I don't like ugly main characters...) She had light blonde hair that reached the small of her back after a long time without cutting it. She also had a pair of mesmerizing hazel eyes that seemed to shift between green and brown in the light. She had a heart-shaped face with defined cheekbones and lips that seemed to naturally pout. Making them look very kissable. She was blessed with a small button nose and long eyelashes, along with pale skin which had been from lack of sun.
Together? Simply a match in heaven. One had to admit, at least appearance-wise, they were a perfect couple. Too bad for the other ladies and men in the world that they only had room in their hearts for each other as well.
Having oggled her enough, Paterson pulled the sheets off of his body and revealed a pair of slender, yet strong legs. He got out of his bed, raised one fist up in the air, and walked towards Lorena.
Lorena was nervous. He was too unreadable. At least in the last world she had been able to tell a bit what he was thinking, but he hid everything perfectly currently. What if he didn't remember her? What if he wasn't her hubby? What if it really was room 460? All of these possibilities were running through her mind as he inched closer to her.
He finally stopped only a few centimeters away from where she was standing. Her eyes were perfectly focused on his, so she hadn't noticed the signal Paterson had sent with his hand to send all of the bodyguards away. Once alone, he spoke.