Chapter 21/168: Heated Fight, Cold Shower

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It didn't take us much time to land in Berlin in R.E.C.'s private jet, and I soon enough found myself at the door of one of the most luxurious hotels in Berlin. 

The receptionist seemed to be expecting Mr. Ellington, as she directly stood up, nodding at him as she attempted to speak with her best English despite her German accent: 

"Welcome, Sir Ellington!" She greeted, as she handed the president two key cards, "Last floor, a view reflecting the entire city silhouette, open bar and room service as you requested, sir! Room 7004!" 

He nodded at her curtly, his arrogant gaze unwavering, as he turned, and the guide before him started moving.

I approached the counter to get my room keys. 

The receptionist smiled at me widely, apparently getting my request, "Oh, I gave him both keys for your room!" 

I gulped.

Wait, did she say room?

As in one room?

No 's' somewhere I missed out? 

I gave her a pale smile, as I started following his majesty and the guide.

Ascending through the elevator, my heartbeat rate started picking up as we reached the last floor. 

Following the guide, I prayed with my entire heart for him to signal my room out.

He didn't.

Instead, we followed him until we finally reached room 7004.

I gulped, as he nodded softly at us, "Shall you need anything, Master Ellington, please do not hesitate!" 

"I won't." His majesty shot back, as he reached with a card key for the lock, unlocking the... our room?

"Wait, I... Where's my..." I paused, gulping at him softly.

He seemed to have understood this, as he casually reached for my luggage which the guide had placed before the door, holding it effortlessly inside the room. "We're staying in the same room." 

I gasped, why, thanks for the very obvious info. 

"Um, I could tell. But why?" I muttered, stepping inside. 

He ignored me, as he moved across the room, and towards the balcony. 

I got the chance to observe it better at this.

It was like a suite. 

To my left was a mini-kitchen, with a sink and a variety of utensils, as well as a gigantic fridge and a bar with different drinks and two stools before it. There was also a microwave and an oven in addition to a toaster and a grill. 

To my right was a master bathroom probably the size of my bedroom back in London, and it had a glass shower along with towels, robes, as well as body lotions and other stuff. 

Stepping further inside, I eyed the master bed in the middle of the room, with a TV some feet before it, and two small chest of drawers to either its sides. 

The room had a wide balcony with the entire city of Berlin reflected through it, and the silhouette of my employer towered the city from there, as the cold air of Berlin rushed against his masculine jaw and perfectly styled hair, sending chills against my skin.

Approaching the window, I noticed Rickard Ellington Conway clenching over his right wristwatch dangerously, his expression out of nowhere, reflecting a mixture of danger and displease?! His beauteous eyes glimmered in the dark, as he had his jaw clenched.

Casually and composedly he reached with his left hand up towards his forehead, as though he's testing for fever.

Wait...

My own thought echoed through my mind, and I remembered Leonard's warning at that. 

'...And his fever should be showing up by tonight. These are the symptoms of overworking himself.' 

I sighed, goodness, the bastard is getting himself sick. 

A cough escaped him, and he concealed it into his elbow, as I eyed his jaw clench severely after it. 

I bit my lips, as I approached the door of the balcony. 

The moment I stepped out, his eyes directly pinned to me, and yet he spoke none.

Instead, he coolly reached out for a cigarette from his pocket, as he lit it up.

"Hey!" I frowned, "That's not good fo-" I started coughing, under the effect of the smoke and the cold breeze.

Damn, not the best combination for my allergy.

He turned at that, not glancing twice at the suffocating human next to him. Wordlessly, he entered back into the suite.

It did not escape me though, how his index and middle finger holding the cigarette, twitched slightly as I coughed, as though he were trying to control himself...

I gave myself some seconds to compose my breath, and sighed as my cough faded.

You went inside because you didn't wish to keep the cigarette beside me... I bit my lips. Yet you knew I was allergic and lit it nevertheless, probably in hopes I would go inside, huh...

My heart clenched. 

Why rent a room with me if you have come to hate coexisting with me this much? Just... why?!

I let out a breath, my impatience getting the best of me, as I stepped back into the room. 

He had just finished his cigarette, as he choked it in the ashtray.

I eyed as he plugged his phone on the charger to the right side of the bed.

He kept on standing up, you know not to -God forbid- give his sick ass a break as to sit and rest on the bed.

My eyes suddenly snapped to my object of description, involuntarily.

Well, it might be sick but it still seems nice, no, Char?

I flushed at my inner voice, as I tore my eyes off, snapping them to his face again.

He was focused on his phone, his gaze composed yet chilly.

I wet my lips, "If you dislike coexisting with me this much, why are we in the same room?" 

He didn't flinch, as he continued to ignore me. 

I let out a sharp breath, "I'm talking to you, Mr. Ellington! You can't just bring me to Berlin for me to rot here for two days without even looking at-" 

He didn't seem to mind whatever I was saying, as he unplugged his phone from the charger; and the device pinged with a red battery. 

With fast, confident, and military-like steps, he headed back and towards the door.

I gasped, placing the bottle on the bar as I paced behind him, "Wait! Wh-Where are you-" 

He exited, shutting the door behind him without glancing twice in my direction.

So you are this insistent not to interact with me?! 

You'd rather leave the room, withdraw from an argument, cut off an eye contact which you're master in... 

Just not to interact with me?!!

What am I, a germ?!!?!

I let out an angry breath, as I headed towards the door with angry steps. 

I snapped the door open, and stepped ou-

Two huge, and dark figures blocked my way.

"Entschuldigen Sie, Miss. Master Ellington hat befohlen, dass Sie nicht ohne ihn gehen." One of the two guards spoke in a thick heavy German. He was wearing dark glasses despite the fact that it was at night, and I almost reached towards his elbow.

I blinked at him in fear, only understanding the word 'Ellington' from all what he said.

Seeming to have gotten that, he translated in weak English and a hoarse voice: "Master Ellington said Miss no leave room. Excuse me, but I do what he say." 

I shuddered, my legs starting to shake.

This was a similar situation to that day

I lowered my head, and stumbled back into the room.

This was not the first time you lock me up with bodyguards on my door.

Flashbacks from the battle day in Tottenham came to my mind. 

I let out a very mad huff, as I took off my heels, and headed to the shower.

I didn't even attempt to argue with the guards, because the last time I did, Harold and Romeo...

I swallowed back whatever tears I wanted to cry, as I took off my clothes and got under the hot water.

The past week had clarified one thing to me more than anything else:

That I had not gotten over the trauma Tottenham's incidents had caused me, and that every little thing reminded me of what happened, and of the whirlpool of self guilt I had been stuck in for the past six months. 

I showered for long minutes, in ultimate silence with myself, no tears, no words, no expression, no... nothing. 

Only one emotion ate me alive though...

Helplessness. About everything. 

Helplessness about what happened months ago.

Helplessness about destroying Trevor Ellington Conway or avenging my father.

Helplessness about maintaining a stable emotional state.

Helplessness about ensuring my sister is safe.

And most importantly, helplessness in restoring back what I had with Rickard Ellington Conway after I ruined everything days ago.

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An hour after, I stumbled outside the shower, wrapped in one of the robes placed in the bathroom. 

I let out a soft breath, as I combed my hair, and took my place to the side of the bed. 

Placing my phone on charger, it occurred to me that his majesty's own phone must be going off soon, which meant that he won't be late... right? Right?!!

I mean, especially that it was beyond two in the morning, no phone shops are even open if he wanted to buy a charger.

I sighed as I eyed the different messages I had from Katy, mom, Sarah, and even... Alba. I curled my lips, I really missed her a lot, especially at a time like this. During the past week, Alba has been there for me during very low points for me, and I had gotten used to her support. His majesty didn't get her along considering I'll be in his protection, so no need to tire Alba along. 

A sad chuckle escaped me.

In his protection, eh?! 

As my chuckle came to an end, I gasped softly, as I realized a tear had strolled down my face.
I gulped, and wiped it away directly. The hell, Char?! Enough with the extra emotions these two days! 

I got under the bed sheets, forcing my eyes closed, as I tried shutting away all the thoughts rushing through my head.

Where could he be?! 

He was getting sick, where could he have gone?! 

I should have followed him!

But... but the last time I did so, I put the lives of several people in danger...

But... But what if he's collapsed somewhere from fever?! 

Or, what if he's gone to drink somewhere in his state?!

An imaginary image of Rickard Ellington Conway and some blonde stripper giving him a lap dance as he gulped down a glass of whiskey suddenly invaded my head.

I bit my lips, and my heart suddenly felt like it's about to burst.

What the hell?! What am I even annoyed off at this point?! Am I PMS-ing?!!

My thoughts were suddenly cut off, as the sound of the door getting unlocked echoed my senses.

I straightened in my place like a psycho, as I turned towards the direction.

As straight as a telephone pole, and as proud as a ruler, Rickard Ellington Conway marched into the room with harmonic, perfectly paced steps.

His deep, dangerous orbs glowed in the dim light of the room, and they barely snapped in my direction, devouring my state in. 

My skin suddenly flushed, and I got off the bed.

"Where were you?! I got sick worried!" I voiced, approaching him, purposely to check his smell. 

The bastard.

Despite the fact that he'd probably smoked more than two packs for the day, he still had his perfectly clean, fresh, and drugging smell of thick perfume. Just how?! 

This said, I had no way of telling if he was at some nightclub or bar drinking. Ugh!! 

He undid the only button which was tied in his suit jacket, as he slipped out of it. 

I went silent, not really realizing what he's...

Wow, his biceps even showed from under his white linen shirt. 

Undoing his tie, he undid his waistcoat and slipped out of it as well. 

He headed towards the bathroom, keeping the door casually open. 

Nearing the sink, I saw as he opened the tap for cold water, splashing some over his face.

I started deciphering what he was doing. So that's how bad you feel your fever is. 

His phone rung at that, and he picked up as he dried his face.  

My mouth unintentionally watered, as I eyed how water droplets sneaked down his jawline and over his collars which was visible because of the buttons undone after he undid his tie.

"Keep the driver under the hotel. I will be down in seven minutes." He spoke, authoritatively, haughtily.

I frowned, wait, he was planning to go out after this?!

Excuse him!?!!!

I stepped inside the bathroom.

He's leaving again.

Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Except this time he would most likely take the charger with him. 

He had moved to start walking outside the bathroom, acting as though I did not exist.

But I'd be damned if I'd let him leave again.

I shut the door behind me, planting myself before him.

"NO!" I snapped, grabbing at his shoulders with all my might, "At least take me with you, please!" 

From before me, the figure of the proud man stiffened for a second, and yet he directly brought back his unfazed gaze.

His orbs did slightly widen though, as my left hand moved from his shoulder, and up to his jawline to trace it softly, "Please, don't leave without me." 

As my fingers made contact with his skin, I felt the burning sensation move through the tips.

And this time, it wasn't the normal burning sensation that came because of the chemistry between us. 

It was because his skin was actually burning. With fever.

It was hardly believable the someone with this much fever was standing on his legs.

I had started relaxing in our cozy slightly-touchy position, yet he seemed to have different plans. 

He was faster than me despite his feverish state, as he faked a step to the left, causing me to move to mirror him, but then directly changed his direction and almost crossed me.

I let myself free fall back, between him and the door, as my back came against the door, and I reached down towards the knob with my right hand locking us up. 

I could not let him leave me here again this time.

Because I wasn't being stubborn over something silly or trivial. 

I was being stubborn because I sure as hell was going to go crazy if I overthought stuff any further.

Because my thoughts were eating me alive.

He can't just leave me alone again.

"Who do you think you are to lock me up?!!" My voice shook as I snapped, "Y-You can't do this to me!!" My voice broke. "I'm not some kind of antique you place in a room and lock up to keep safe!!!!" My tone rose, and my chest felt like it was about to burst. Tears fought to escape my eyes, yet I refused to let them.

It is said that the reason people scream during a fight is that their hearts feel so far, to the point that their mind registers screaming as a way to reach the other. -My mom always repeated this to me and my brother when we fought, and for some reason, it shot to my mind as my voice rose and tears came down to my face.

From before me, the president flinched not, and my heart sank into further darkness.

Maybe this is really why I was screaming at you.

Because this is the farthest you've ever felt since I've met you.

I have been trying to deny it a lot the past two days but... 

I have felt it to the bone that I... I have lost you.

I eyed as his neck muscles clenched, and he reached for the wristwatch on his right hand.

My eyes started adjusting to the dim light of the mini, romantic lights above the sink, and I first noticed how they reflected over a small portion of his forehead and neck. I gasped as for a second, almost imperceptible sweat droplets glittered in the dark.

Good lord, I forgot he was burning with fever. 

Moving his jaw, he closed his eyes for a split of a second, as though he were... collecting his composure. 

And he opened them once the split of the second was over...

I froze, as I saw it.

The eyes of Trevor Ellington Conway flashed before me too clearly, as they zeroed at me, devouring me like merciless, deadly oceans. 

He came a step closer, pinning me to the door behind me with his hard muscular figure. 

And his voice came low, yet void of any spec of emotion or mercy. It was on a whole other level of coldness. Like I'd never heard it before.

"Move, Charlotte Thorne."

And that was it.

As though someone had cut off every string holding my body together, I collapsed back and against the door.

No tears escaped me, no nothing.

I eyed him with the same numbness I'd had back when I stood before my father's grave for the first time.

Because the feeling of loss I was having, for a second, felt... similar.

I felt it to the bone at this. That I'd awakened his father's monster within him.

I didn't know if it was a combination of his fever and the effect of my accusation to him days ago.

But he was hurting me. So much.

And I was starting to feel defeated.

With eyes as numb as though I'd just lost someone, I let cold tears down my face, as my expression remained purely numb in hurt. 

"If you leave, I can't follow you because I'm r-reminiscing on the night I followed you to Tottenham and got Romeo and Harold hurt..." I whispered, I swallowed, attempting to keep my voice intact. 

"I don't know what you're trying to do, Mr. Ellington..." I bit my lips, as I fixed my pained orbs into his, "But no matter how much you push me away, in your state..." 

I fixed my pleading chocolate orbs into his grey ice at that, and I shook my head in desperation.

"I can't let go..."

I eyed as his neck muscles remained popped up, and his expression changed not.  

The only difference was that his jaw clenched as well at that.

And his eyes.

His Trevor Ellington eyes...

They stormed. As though I had ignited a cyclone in this iceberg of a man. They stormed in... resistance. As though they were resisting me... or the coldness in them... or both...

His huge, hard hands came against either my shoulders, as he clenched there, fixing them against my skin like some iron rods.

And he pulled me up some millimeters from the ground, moving me.

A yelp escaped me, as he dragged me across the bathroom. Towards the... the shower?... Huh...?

With two long and fast steps, we were next to the glass door of the grand-sized shower.

"Wh-What the hell are yo-" My voice disappeared and a yelp escaped me, as he placed me under the shower, and placed himself before me.

Me, in my after-shower luxurious robe and underwear beneath.

And him before me, with nothing but a thin white linen shirt and his black suit pants. I had missed out when did he take off his expensive leather shoes though, as he stood in only his socks.

And he turned the Goddamn freezing water on.

An inhumane screech escaped me from the cold water. 

"WH-WHAT THE HE-" My voice disappeared again, and my eyes widened.

As I saw he'd unbuttoned his white linen shirt in a couple of seconds.

A second after, the shirt came

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