Hold My Heart

Chapter 1

I wake up from the plane I just boarded a few hours ago. My body hurts from sleeping in such an awkward position for hours on end. Once I snap out of my sleepy haze, I realize the plane has landed in London. I'm here for a few months planning a high-end event for one of the companies I work with occasionally. Once the flight attendant came and got our first class seating off the plane, I wait for my ride out side the terribly busy airport.

"You must be Miss Hurley."

I spin around carefully not to knock myself over in the process. Wow I hate jet-lag.

"Yes, that's me. You must be Mr. James"

I reach my hand out for my driver to shake, but he refuses. I feel the wave of embarrassment rush into my face and turn away just a tiny bit, just enough for him not to hear my whisper under my breath about him being an ass.

"Your ride is waiting for you right this way."

He points his wrinkly hand in the direction of a long, sleek black limousine waiting right on the side of the road leading to the entrance of the airport.

I say no words on my way to the limo and once I get there, a younger man comes out of seemingly no where and takes my bags to the truck of the car. I get inside the car and sit in the leather seats, right across from the dark bourbon and small candies in jars that sit patiently for me to consume, which I do. The trip to the hotel was at least an hour long but once we get there, I was not disappointed.

The company that brought me all the way to London has supplied me with all the hotels and necessary needs that may come my way. Man, this is great. I've stayed in many nice hotels before but this one blows all those suckers out of the park. I walk through the glass spinning door and try to hide my amusement at it. Right as I walk in, I see the bright chandelier of the front lobby, bright and beautifully crafted. I secretly look around trying to assess where I am staying for the next few months. The long red carpet leading to the front desk looks like it's miles and miles long. There are nice couches and arm chairs around coffee tables and TV's.

"Anna Hurley."

I say to the guy sitting at the desk. He looks up so quickly that I could've sworn he's just seen a ghost. I must have scared him.

"Sorry." I say.

"No worries Miss Hurley. We are pleased to have you stay with us. Here is your room key and you can call down or some visit us down here if you need anything. Room service is available at all hours. Again, we are pleased to have you." He says with a smile.

I take the small card and read the number on the back. Room 227. I wonder around a little bit trying to find the elevator and eventually find it. I roam the halls looking for room 227. I eventually find it and slip the card into the card slot on the door.

I walk into the room and my jaw drops to the floor. It is beautifully decorated with white walls and pictures of abstract art hang from them. The huge room has a giant TV with a rounded couch facing it. I walk into what I hoped was the master bedroom and see a king sized bed with tons of pillows and the nicest comforter I've seen at a hotel. This company did not disappoint.

I turn my head to see the nicest view of London anyone could ask for. The whole wall was made of glass and you could see for what seemed like miles.

I plop down on the bed before exploring the rest of my suit. That's when I remembered that I still have my luggage outside and they are probably mad at me for being so long. As if on que like the movies, I hear a knock on my door and open it to see the same young man in the suit that took my luggage to the back of the car, standing there with a trolly with all my bags on it. I thank him as he puts all my bag and luggage on the ground and walks out.

I reminisce in the luxury of this gigantic room while wandering around the place. It's like a big apartment. I walk into the bathroom and see that there are different shower setting and decide that I want to play around with them. I click on the tablet thing that I built into the all beside the shower and click the thunderstorm setting. The lights inside the shower turn into a dark grey ohh blue and the lights inside the bathroom turn off. Rain sounds start playing and when the thunder sound flies off, flashes of white light from the ceiling go off.

I was absolutely dumbfounded by this shower and take a quick one to refresh and wake up from the plane ride. I look at the clock and it says 10:30 am. I hop in the shower and keep the thunderstorms setting on because it is really peaceful.

When I get out of the shower, it is 11:23. I dry my hair off the best I can with a towel and go unpack my loads of clothes and shoes from my bags into the wall-in closet. I finish up with that about an hour later and decide that I want to do something because it's not an everyday occurrence that you get a few months in London in a giant suit in a 5 star hotel paid in full while you do what you love the most.

I walk out of the hotel and past the front desk while giving him a slight nod as if saying a goodbye. I give my dad a text just to tell him that I am ok and made it safely. He has always been way too overprotective of me ever since my mom was kidnapped by a terrorist group and brutally murdered right in front of my dad.

"Hey dad i made it to London and got all my stuff away love you"

I get a text back unreasonably fast.

"Ok baby girl be safe. I love you lots. Did you remember your pepper spray? And what about your knife? Remember that if anything happens, you can call me and I'll have someone there within minutes. Please be safe baby girl."

I can't help but laugh at this. A knife? Really dad? I don't risk arguing and give him what he wants to hear.

"Yes dad I have it all I'm going shopping ttyl"

He doesn't respond back and I thank God for that. I love the man and all but damn he is overprotective.

I go shopping at a few stores in central London and get a few pairs of shoes. A girl can't ever go wrong with a few, a lot, more pairs of shoes. I take in all my surroundings for a few hours until I decide to start heading back to my suit a few hours later. It's starting to get dark at this point, but I keep seeing these guys everywhere. They would be unnoticeable if it were for the hours of harsh training my dad forced me through. I'm no CIA agent or anything but I do know a few things and I can tell something is wrong.

I decide I don't want to walk back after seeing those guys everywhere so I call a taxi service and ride back to my hotel. I tell my self I was being paranoid and that no one would follow me around London. I can't help but think back to my mom and push that thought away faster than it could have gotten there. It still hurts to think about even though I was only 6.

I carry in all my bags and take an elevator up to my room. I struggle with the key card for a moment before sliding it into the slot in the door. I walk into the room and don't even bother putting away my new purchases before changing into an oversized shirt and sliding into the bed, getting engulfed in the fluffy pillows. I shut my eyes and think of how much of a wonderful day it had been. I slowly drift off to sleep, not thinking about any troubles at all.