Not the same woman

There was only one reason she was in the passenger seat of a car, to a place to be close to a person she wanted off the face of the earth, but for the first time in her life also, she wasn't afraid. Instead, maybe she was a little scared for him.

Judging from their last conversation over the phone, he knew what he was signing up for when he invited her over; he should know how crazy she had gotten after the last few days.

Buttoning up her red trench coat she had yanked out of her wardrobe, she shut her eyes, revising if what she was about to do would be suitable for her already soiled reputation.

But then... The car stopped, and when she opened her eyes, she was in front of the hotel, the last place she had been in, the place he had her watched, the place she had broken free of him.

"Madam, are you sure you don't want me going in with you," The driver gave her both concerned and suspicious glances.

"Wait here; I'll be out in a minute."

But then fuck that, who needs reputation when you