Chapter 110
Ann took Wynn to a restaurant within walking distance from her hotel and they enjoyed each other’s company. Wynn spent most of the dinner listening to Ann speaking about her exceptional boyfriend and got a better understanding of how Paris compelled her.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.
‘I should leave today before I fall any deeper in love with Ann,’ Wynn told himself every day, and every day he will tell himself, ‘just one more day.’
One evening after dinner, they took their usual night swim in the ocean and when Ann wrapped her arms around Wynn in a playful manner, Wynn misunderstood her actions for romantic intentions and landed an unexpected kiss on her lips.
Shocked, Ann pulled away from him, followed by a wet slap. “Why the hell would you do that? I have a boyfriend!” Ann said, shocked, and swam away from Wynn, out of the water.
“Ann, I am sorry,” Wynn shouted after her and followed her out of the water.
Ann ignored him and rushed over to her hotel room. She stormed into her hotel room and placed her fingers on her lips. ‘Why did I like him kissing me?’ Ann thought, conflicted.
‘I have to tell my boyfriend. Will he forgive me?’ Ann wondered, feeling she betrayed her so-called boyfriend.
Ann looked for her phone, the one she used to speak to her boyfriend every night, only she does not have a phone. “Where the hell is my phone?” Ann asked out loud, searching for it. ‘Did housekeeping misplace it?’ she wondered.
While Ann was looking for her phone, Wynn left the Island and decided it was time to go find Paris and get permission first to pursue Ann.
Ann eventually gave up on looking for her phone. ‘I will ask housekeeping for it tomorrow,’ she thought, and took a bath before getting into bed.
Waking up the next morning, Ann touched her lips again, remembering Wynn’s kiss of the previous night. ‘Why did it feel so familiar?’ she wondered as she got out of bed with a sense that she spoke to her boyfriend.
Ann went to the dining hall of the hotel she resided at and dished up breakfast for herself from the buffet like she has been doing for the past few months, with Wynn.
After her first bite, she found herself looking at the double open doors of the restaurant, waiting for Wynn to join her.
‘Stop it,’ Ann willed herself and forced her eyes on her plate of food, ‘I have a boyfriend who I love,’ she thought. The truth was, Ann did really love Paris, who she now refers to as Ethan, but spending so much time with Wynn had her feeling conflicted between the absent boyfriend and the present friend who both happened to be drop-dead gorgeous.
‘How did I end up with two hotties like them?’ Ann wondered and a smile crept up her face at the idea, remembering how her best friend, Jessica, used to be the one with boys chasing after her. Ann was a beautiful young adult, and she knew it but for the most part she always felt like a dork, a personality she was quickly growing out of by wearing short dresses.
After a lonely breakfast, Ann went looking for Wynn and went to his hotel room, one that she was familiar with since they had spent many evenings bench-watching shows together.
“Wynn?” Ann called out at the door when she found it slightly open. Before the kiss, she would have just walked in but now she felt unsure of their relationship. ‘Did I lead him on?’ Ann wondered and pushed the door open. “Oh, hi,” Ann greeted housekeeping.
“Good morning,” the man that was busy putting fresh linen on the bed greeted.
“Where is Wynn?” Ann questioned.
“I don’t know. It appeared as if the bed was not even used during the night,” he explained, since he found the corners perfectly folded.
“Did he check out?” Ann asked, feeling a sense of loss.
“I don’t think so. The reception would have informed housekeeping. When a guess checks out, we normally only come around those rooms a bit later in the day, tending the rooms with one staying guest first,” he explained.
Ann got confirmation that Wynn hadn’t checked out when she noticed a few of the things that he bought on one of their many shopping sprees. Wynn has tried to get her to leave the island with him to explore the mainland, but Ann always declined, not knowing why she had a strong feeling of not wanting to leave the island.
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Wynn got to the higher council, thinking he will find him in Hudson as his last conversation with Paris, he said that he will stick around with his ear on the ground so that he will be the first to know if Ann might be in any sort of danger.
Wynn went straight to the vampire wing. ‘Strange. I don’t pick up that Paris was here recently,’ Wynn thought, but continued to his room. When Wynn got to Paris’s room, he was surprised to find it occupied by people he didn’t recognize. ‘That’s odd. Did Paris finally give up his room?’
‘I wonder if Michael will know where he is,’ Wynn thought and made his way over to the vampire wing, but then stopped in his tracks. ‘Crap, he will smell Ann on me,’ Wynn thought. ‘No, wait, he won’t. I was in ocean water,’ Wynn remembered, and proceeded to the vampire throne room.
“Good afternoon,” Wynn greeted, walking in.
“Where is your sister?” Michael asked, instead of greeting Wynn back.
“How should I know? I am not her keeper,” Wynn said. “I am looking for Paris.”
“Tell me where your sister is and I will tell you where to find Paris,” Michael hissed.
“I told you; I am not her keeper. I have not seen her for months,” Wynn said.
“Proof it,” Michael said, speeding over to Wynn to drink his blood.
Wynn was too fast for him.
“So, you do know where she is,” Michael hissed.
“I don’t,” Wynn said, fearing if Michael drank from him, he will know what he had been up to.
“What do you want with my sister, in any case?” Wynn spat.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You disappeared the same night that she did,” Michael accused.
“Are you saying you had not seen my sister since?” Wynn started and smiled when he realized that he was not heartbroken over Queen Amirah anymore. “My sister has been missing for months?”
“And Ann. That is why I am looking for her. She abducted Ann, and no one has seen the three of you since, and here you rock up out of nowhere,” Michael said, and walked back to his throne, giving up the chase, realizing that Wynn was faster than him.
“Ann is missing?” Wynn questioned, playing dumb.
“Yes. I fear she might be dead,” Michael said.
“Have you checked with Paris?” Wynn wondered, wondering why Michael didn’t want to tell him where Paris was at.
“Paris had a little accident,” Michael chuckled.
“What are you talking about?” Wynn asked worriedly.
“Don’t look so worried. Your friend is alive and well, but I doubt he cares much about Ann’s whereabouts,” Michael said.
“What do you mean?” Wynn asked, wondering what Michael did with Paris.
“The last I heard he was engaged to be married,” Michael informed him. “And the unlucky lady is not Ann,” Michael chuckled, studying Wynn’s face for any clue.
Michael told Wynn where to find Paris thinking he will follow Wynn secretly in the hope of finding Shysie.
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