Arabella

The elevators opened, and it was the same strangers from earlier. We were still locked in; I was straddling him, his arms gripping my thighs.

“Hi…” they greeted, awkward smiles on their faces.

I smiled at them, my cheeks bright red, as we waved back at them, awkward smiles on our faces.

It could have been any of Marco’s men. It could have been Marco himself.

They didn’t come in this time around; they let us have the elevator to ourselves. I got down from him and ran toward the doors.

“Arabella…”

“Don’t talk to me, Six.”

The doors opened up, and I rushed out. I could hear him...