Trouble in the King's Court
Chapter 3, Part One
Spring break quickly approached and Aly was so excited to have the next eight days off school. While she enjoyed her studies, it was nice to have a break from exams and tests and homework. Therese, so impressed with the way Aly has been taking care of her daughters, decided to send her and Kristina (their spring breaks were the same week) to Walt Disney World in Orlando for an all-expense paid vacation for all her hard work.
Aly and Kristina arrived at the gorgeous Swan Hotel and Resort, ready for some relaxation and fun in the parks. It was a perfect 75 degree day in Florida and it was only 1:30 PM. While Kristina decided to go down to the spa and get a massage as well as a mani-pedi prior to heading towards Epcot for the night, Aly decided to unpack.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, "Room service! Complimentary tequila sunrise cocktails!"
Aly mumbled to herself, "I could use a drink." She opened the door and her knees buckled, "Hank!? What the hell!? What are you doing here?"
"We have a game in Tampa tomorrow against the Lightning, but I rented a car for the day and decided to come out here and say hello," Hank said.
"Dude, I just saw you earlier this morning when you brought me to the airport. Why are you following me everywhere?" Aly asked.
Hank leaned against the wall between the door and outside the room, "Because I love having you around. I just love to be near you."
"Okay, you need to go before I call the front desk. I am very appreciative of you and Therese giving me this vacation. I need to relax and I want to have a girls' trip with Kristina," Aly informed, getting angry.
Henrik placed a strand of hair behind her ear, "You're so gorgeous when you're heated. So sexy."
Aly heard her phone ding and went to grab it when Henrik pulled her back, "Let me go!"
"Stop being such a little baby. Come on, inside now," Hank grunted.
Henrik slammed the door and locked it, pushing her inside. He threw her on the bed and stood in front of her, "Give me your wrists."
"Hank, please. What has gotten into you? This isn't you!" Aly pleased.
"Wrists. NOW!" Hank yelled.
Aly cried, putting her wrists in front of her. Hank took off his belt and tied them together, her wincing at how tight it was. He wiped a stray tear, "Just relax!"
"How the fuck can I relax!? Let me out of here!" Aly shouted.
Hank fluffed up her hair, "Stop being such a pain in the ass. What in the world, or should I say where, shall we go?"
"Aly!? I can't get my key in! Are you okay?" Kristina yelled from outside the door.
Henrik motioned for her to be good or she'd be in trouble, "Yes girl, I'm fine. Did you get our smoothies?"
"Oh shit, no. I'll be back," Kristina said.
"Good girl," Henrik smirked.
What was Henrik's problem? Did he really want Aly THAT bad? Or was he possessed?
