A Prophecy of Love

The Benefactor 19

Chapter 19

"Want a drink?" Shane waved a crystal glass in front of my tempted eyes.

"Um, sure," I shrugged, "What do you have? Or should I say: what does the hotel have?"

"Either way would be perfectly adequate for me," He poured me a glass of whatever. I didn't get a clear image of the label.

"Um, ok, I guess I'll have that," I took the glass and took a seat on the couch, "You know we should be out there and having fun."

I pointed out of the gigantic window that overlooked the entire white, sandy beaches and the setting sun on the horizon. I envied all those people out in the water and at the seaside bars and restaurants; they probably were spending time with their significant other, mine being my benefactor. But I had Shane to share tonight with- maybe a while longer. At least until I had enough strength to go back and face that prophecy again.

To be quite frank, I didn't give a damn about that prophecy and not because I hardly understood it, but because it had gotten me here in the first place. I blamed it for everything that was happening to me. I had to run from it, and Shane was my only hope.

"So, like the drink?" Shane smiled, plopping down next to me and cueing me to toast.

I glanced down at my full glass, "Um, I'm scared to try it. You may have drugged me."

"I promise you, it's got no alcohol," He assured me, "Just juices and syrups."

"Alrighty, then," I hesitated on sipping the drink of mystery, "Mmm, it's actually good."

"Told you so. I'm skilled in juice blends."

I smirked and laughed, "Very sexy."

"I know, right? It's almost as sexy as you," His voice got serious, and his eyes zoned in on mine.

"Shane? Are you ok?" I tried to shake him out of the trance he was in, "You're acting bizarre."

"I know, sorry," He snapped out of it, "I'm just falling so far in love with you."

I felt the blood flush to my cheeks and exposing the fact that his flattery was working extremely well- for him anyway, maybe just about everyone for that matter. But I tried to hide my face by shoving my glass up to my face and peering at him from above the rim. He had his eyes glued on me, his crooked grin screaming that he knew I was blushing worse than ever before.

"You love me?" I reiterated from earlier.

"Of course I do," He casually slipped the glass from my hands, and added in a singsong voice, "'Cuz you're amazing just the way you are."

I giggled, "Quoting Bruno Mars won't sway me, no matter how amazing he is," I paused a second, "Anyways, I'm still in love with Will, and I'm really starting to believe going home would be best."

"Well, how about I take you to the best restaurant in town?" He wiggled his eyebrows, "Order anything you want. I'll even pay."

"Woo," I mocked, "You'll pay for me?"

He let out a slight chuckle, "Why? You don't want me to pay for you? Because I can easily lose my wallet on the way there."

I phase my lips, "No, it's fine. But I prefer to eat somewhere of my choosing."

"How about we skip dinner," Shane's arm suddenly appeared on the other side of me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "and go to a night club instead?"

"With fans and paparazzi galore?" I scoffed, "Not quite my preference, but I guess."

"You sure?" He sat up and set his glass on the coffee table in front of us, "And I promise no one will get a picture of you. Mr. Knight's not going to find out about this."