All Chapters of The Lovelane Motel: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*** Mark ***Mark did not hear the first two knocks. He was lost in a world of he and Solana. In this world, his hands and tongue explored every inch of her while she moaned his name again and again. He was doing all kinds of things to her and she was returning the favor. Oh, how she lifted her hips to receive every thrust. In his mind, Mark rode her snug, slick depth to unimaginable heights until he could climb no further. He felt himself free-falling back to reality when he heard the knock.He stared at the door, head laid back, and panting, unwilling to get up.The knock came again, making him impatient. "Who is it?""I brought your clothes." Right. He'd asked her to help him earlier when he ran out of the laundry room to hide the boner."Ok. Be right there."What if he opened the door and took her in his arms? Mark thought as he continued to stare at the door. He argued that there was nothing wrong with them getting a taste of each other. Again. Just one more time. But again, he

*** Mark ***Mark watched from the window as the Mazda SUV backed out of the front of his driveway back unto the street. He knew that car, but he couldn't be certain if that was whom he suspects or another person entirely. Maybe she ran into Phil and he offered to drop her off. Or that was some other guy whom she was seeing.From his window, he observed Solana walking back towards the lobby. She raised her hand in a salute gesture to someone near the kiosk. He could easily guess who that was. 'And there he is.' Joe was sauntering toward her, saying something Mark could not decipher. For no reason, he reminded himself that they knew each other before she started working here"Yeah, but how?" He asked aloud eyes still on the girl.That question had bothered him from the moment he learned those two knew each other. Why? He didn't know. Why was it even important how they knew each other? He had no reason to think they were romantically involved or had been involved. He just hated that sh

*** Solana ***The rest of the day was quiet for Solana, although not in her head. The day's most important event was stuck on replay up there - Mark's voice calling her by her first name. He hadn't called or asked for anything else after that little meeting. She'd seen him leave the office with his Macbuuk some two hours after that. He hardly came back to the motel till late at night whenever he left with his laptop, so she didn't expect to see him until tomorrow. Maybe that was good for her.She'd spent the rest of the afternoon accomplishing minor tasks such as a brief meeting with the receptionist and the brand ambassadors whose jobs would be over in a few days. And Research on the third-party food service for the motel. It was time to close officially for the day. Sol found herself wondering again - 'What had ticked 'him' off?' She and Mark had seen before she went out for lunch, and the meeting had been cordial. For her, it had been more than that because he'd given her 'the l

*** Mark ***The auditor was late for their meeting. He'd texted that he was in another meeting that was taking longer than expected, so Mark sat in front of his laptop, waiting patiently for another thirty-five minutes. Besides, something else kept his mind quite busy and preoccupied, so he forgot to get impatient with his auditor. The meeting eventually started, and Mark found his mind drifting in and out of focus.'Philip Gonza was the mystery guy that dropped Solana off yesterday afternoon, huh? And he'd devised the perfect excuse for another lunch date, huh.' "Recommendations..." He muttered to his laptop screen while clicking and unclicking his pen. Mr. Iduh stopped clicking on his mouse and asked, "What?" It was about time she returned from her break, so Mark unwittingly strains his neck to look through the window. He didn't realize he was still clicking and unclicking his pen, eyes on the parking lot.Tap! Tap! Tap! The auditor tapped on the laptop screen. "Hey, Marky. You

*** Mark *** It was Saturday morning and rather than using his treadmill, Mark had decided that running outside would clear his head better. He'd spent the night in his suite and had left very early for his morning run. As he jogged past the motel, he looked up the building and checked his fitness wristwatch. It was 6.25 AM. Solana was probably still in bed since it was the weekend, he thought. He'd forbidden himself to be anywhere near the suite when she was off duty. He didn't trust himself across the hall from her when she was home and idle. They could run into each other and he'd learned she dressed care-free at home. She could knock on his door, too, to ask something about work. Or worse, he'd probably find an excuse to knock on hers. So it was better to avoid her on her off-duty days, at least. If Phil mentioned anything to her about his little visit the day before, she was not showing any sign of it. Then again, he imagined Phil couldn't have said anything to her except - "Yo