Author's Note:

You guy's I'm going to be completely honest... I got writer's  block and I just couldn't find a way to get out of it. I was like blank

I'm sorry about the short chapter, I'm trying to work on a better material on chapter 7. Please don't hate me!

XOXO

I stormed out of the damn taxi cab, you could hear the door slamming hard on the metal car. I know that the taxi driver wanted to say something, but when I shot him my bi-color eyes he immediately shrank back in his seat and drove away.

The nerve of those guys, they wreck my baby. Not only does it not want to turn on, it's dented in places that's going to cost me a fortune to fix. I could've probably had no problem in fixing it if I was still with my rich ass stuck up family, but since I kind of eloped. I don't have the luxury to enjoy their money. Because in the end it's THEIR money.

I walk into the damn rundown motel, which still smelled like pot and sex from I don't know how many days back. I take out my wad of cash and place it on the counter.

"For three nights please." Reluctantly saying the polite word. I couldn't just push away the anger and the annoyance I was feeling for the alpha. It was a borderline type of hate that had my wanting to just rip someone's head off.

"Are you sure you're eighteen?" The man from the counter smirks at me, almost in a disgusting flirtatious type of way.

I leaned against the counter my eyes turning completely stone cold, I could feel the man shake a bit. "Do you want to be a girl?" I snapped.

He gave me the keys and went to attend a so called call that was on hold. I scrunched my nose and stormed up the stairs. I could tell the building wasn't really built to impress, especially because on every floor there was an on-the-wall cheap condoms and tampons. My room was all the way on the top floor, but what amazed me was that it looked a lot cleaner and elegant than all the bottom floor ones.

The walls were painted in red wine color, giving it an exotic once in a life time experience when you walk in. The doors weren't cracked or stained with any liquor evidence, the doors were soft pure white color (the color that's not easy to keep clean.) But what I found the most appealing about the atmosphere of the top floor, was the smell of fresh clean room.

"At least it doesn't smell like cheap perfume." I mumbled to myself as I went and unlocked the room I was given to myself.

The room itself would've been for a VIP. The bed was a queen size mattress with another dark shade of red with white rose petals around it. There was a Champaign rack right around where the circular living room was stationed. And not to mention the Jacuzzi that was right next to an all you can see bathroom. The only positive nonromantic object in the room was the flat screen TV over at the living room section.

"I guess I really did scare the guy a lot." I whistled to myself as I placed all of my stuff on top of my bed. Plugging in my iPhone to charge.