Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
Chapter Ninety-seven: "So, what happened when the cat was away"
I walked into The Beach Plaza and smiled wide at Marvin as I turned the corner, lugging my bags.
"Hey, Brooklyn!" He exclaimed, happy to see me after the last time he did, I was unconscious.
Marvin rushed from behind the reception desk, trying to help me as I was struggling, but I put my hand up. "I got it, thanks. How are you, miss me?"
"For sure. You sticking around this time, or do I need to start taking new tenants?"
I playfully rolled my eyes, hitting the 'up' button on the elevator with my elbow.
He chuckled. I said, "Don't worry, I won't be leaving again anytime soon. I love it here, I'm home."
This smile lit up his dark brown face. "I'm glad. Happy you're here, Brooklyn. Now you go get some rest. Next time I see you tryna leave, I'ma shut down the elevators while you're in it and make you miss ya flight," he joked, walking back to the desk as someone was standing there, waiting for assistance.
"Yeah, yeah," I sounded, shuffling inside the elevator.
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DING! I walked out and dropped my luggage to the floor once I reached 311. Home sweet home.
I wiggled my key in the lock and hit my hip against the door to pop it open.
Out of breath, I blew strands of my straightened hair from my face and filed inside, being sure to shut (and lock) the door after me.
After a shower, I closed my curtains and blinds before getting dressed. I don't know, just felt like I was being watched. Paranoia from the accident, I suppose.
Zane's still out there, probably terrorizing some other poor, undeserving people. That scares me.
I shook of my worries and returned to my cleaning. I threw my hair into the messiest bun ever and lifted the fallen white long-sleeve linen shirt back over my shoulder. My hair hadn't been washed in days - which is fine - and I didn't care to put on any makeup either. I had my pearl earrings in and my 'N' initial necklace on, along with the bracelet he got me on the island. I poured my dirty clothes in the washer. I would've done that back at my father's house if I didn't leave in such a hurry. The plan was only to stay for three days but I cut it short and paid whatever I had to go catch a flight home.
It was almost eight at night and I hadn't eaten anything all day. Lately I haven't had much of an appetite, honestly.
My phone was off and I wanted it to stay that way for the rest of the night.
After washing the dishes, I dried my hands and looked around at the freshly sanitized apartment. I slid into the living room on my white ankle socks and fluffed the throw pillows on the couch.
