Chapter 5 - Chapter Four

------------------------Jozie's P.O.V.-------------------------

He had that look on his face again. I really should have just kept my mouth shut. My stupid ass self had to just go and open my big mouth. Great now that handsome mad is passed at me.

What is that look even? It looks like he's talking to himself. God, he really is weird. Then he asked me to go to his hotel room with him. What does he think I am, a prostitute because I'd never stoop that low never? "I'm sorry, but you have some nerve asking me something like that. What do I look like to you, so cheap girl you can get to do whatever you want with you? I promise you that would never happen." No matter how good he looks I swear I won't.

No way in hell I'm just going to some random hotel with some creepy man no matter how good-looking he is. That man could be crazy for all I know and murder me the moment I step foot into the hotel room. No matter how handsome and good-looking I can't go with him, I could end up being killed.

Not that it would matter I have no family so no one would even miss me. What are these thoughts running through my head, I really do need help. Although the thought of a nice warm bed sounds absolutely wonderful I haven't had a bed or blanket in honestly I don't and can't even remember how long.

I'm sorry, but the answer is no. How in the world do I know you not some kid of crazy killer. No matter how nice and tempting as it sounds now just no. Hey what are you doing? Put me down. Has he really gone mad and just picked me up and threw me over his shoulder then just start walking away?

He really is crazy. I don't know why but this seems super comforting to be help by him like this. I'm not even mad. It feels like I'm right where I'm meant to be. I didn't notice it earlier, but he has the most wonderful scent of firewood being burnt on a nice fall evening.

I can't believe how at ease I feel. This is so natural but why. I've never met this mad man before. Why the hell am I not kicking and screaming. Even more, why do I want to just put my face in the crock of his neck and leave it there.

I swear the moment he touched me I felt electricity run through me. Maybe it's because I've never had been with a guy in any kind of way, yeah that must be it. "Excuse me sir, but please put me down."

"Why I don't see you complaining at all" "Oh I know you didn't just say that to me. I'm telling you to put me down." Did that man really just sigh at me. What in the world is wrong with him. He has the nerve to throw me over his shoulder then not listen to me.

So I do the only thing I could think of and start hitting and punching him. Maybe then he'll let go of me. "Look I'll put you down under a few rules okay sweetheart." "First off don't sweetheart me and what are these so-called damn rules, that you speak of."

"Well first off stop freaking hitting and punching me, secondly I'll only put you down if you follow me and come with me. I promise you I'm not going to try anything." I stay there motionless for a few seconds.

Fine, I guess I can do that. However, I am only going to follow because it's been so long since I've slept in a bed or showered. "Hey I can live with that. You got quite an arm on you by the way."

Thank you now I guess let's go, so I can take a nice shower and get some sleep. I haven't had a good night of sleep in who knows how long, and I'm looking forward to one.