Chapter 5: Becca
"You're one of the most amazing people I've ever met."
I blushed, looking away. He had been showering me with compliments since the hotel and the compliments seemed to intensify after the amazing kiss we had. I had never felt that strongly about anyone before. I wanted to jump his bones and I know he felt the same way. If things continued to go this well, who knew what might happen at the hotel?
We had been flirting for a while before we decided that it was time to go back to the hotel. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I wanted it to happen. I wanted us to happen. We were downstairs, waiting for the valet to bring the car around when I heard a voice from behind me.
"Hey baby," a female voice said seductively. I turned around to see a hot-looking redhead in a black leather dress. She approached Gareth and was caressing his shoulder. I moved away from both of them.
"I've missed you, hun," she said in an English accent. Gareth didn't say anything, but he appeared to know her from somewhere. She continued talking. "You didn't tell me you were back in London."
"Dina, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to remove her hands from his chest and looking worriedly at me.
My heart was beating fast, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was this the same man I’d just had dinner with? I should have known. I had heard rumors of the billionaire playboy but to see it first-hand? Wow. I had to say something.
“What is this? Was I just one of your little playthings?"
"What?" Gareth exclaimed, turning to face me.
"You know what?" I said pointing my finger in his face. "I don't need this."
I called a taxi and told the driver to take me back to the hotel. As the taxi was about to leave, Gareth stopped it by standing in front of it so it couldn’t leave.
"Don't stop me, Gareth, and don't follow me. Just don't." I looked at him seriously. He backed away, leaving us to drive off.
When I got to the safety of my hotel room, I cried. Why did I believe him? Did he even have a sister with Down Syndrome or was he just using the story to get into my pants?
I fell asleep that night with a tear-soaked pillow and a lot on my mind, I wasn't looking forward to the next day.