A week went by and I had given up on trying to find Ethan or figure out how I got to London. At least I was somewhere. I didn't want to go back home, there wasn't anyone waiting for me.
I got tired of staying at the hotel. It seems ungrateful but I had told Christian I didn't want him coming to see me so often. He agreed.
I called him some minutes back not to extend and that I was ready to leave. He said he was on his way.
I sat up on the bed reminiscing about all that had happened. My life wasn't how it used to be. It has always been complicated, I agree. But this time, it's worse.
"Annie!" I heard from the door. That's his voice, Christian.
'That was fast.' I thought to myself as I got up before heading for the door.
"You didn't have to come," I told him while walking back to the bed.
"Courtesy demands I see you before you leave." He told me.
