Author's note: Hi, I hope you find this story worth reading because I put alot of work into it. I don't wanna start with a lot of intros but I'll say whatever I want to at the bottom of each page.
It's going to be a rollercoaster, I promise. Thanks for supporting..
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.I read the text again on my phone and sighed.
“Room 214”.
I climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, tired and exhausted. I didn't take the elevator because I didn't want to bump into anyone. I was about to make a very stupid decision and since my mind was already made up, the plan was just to get in and get out before anyone even noticed I left home.
I walked down the hall, the room was at the far end by the right.
I could hear the thumping of my heart with each step I took.
I decided to bury myself in the elegance around me.
This place was nothing like I'd ever seen. I stared up at the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the vintage walls and ornate designs. The artworks hanging on both sides of the hall were the most captivating. I absorbed myself in them, wondering how much each piece must've cost.
Finally, I came to the door. I tried to reassure myself so I could walk in with as much confidence.
I was leaving here tonight with alot of money, I would finally be able to make Aida's Christmas wish come true and help Asher pay the rent.
I must've taken a minute before knocking on the door. Once. Twice. No response from within.
I stared at the numbers written above the door.
Two one four.
Yes, I was at the right place.
I knocked again. After waiting a bit, I instinctively turned the knob and walked in.
The room was dimly lit as I expected, spacious and luxurious, probably one of the nicest suites in the hotel but I tried not to admire it, I was here on business. The atmosphere was calm and quiet, I walked to the center of the room and looked around, there was no one inside.
I could see the glass doors leading out to the patio were slightly open, as I stood wondering if to go over there, someone walked into the room.
I stood so still that I couldn't even breathe.
God, at least let him look kind.
He turned to me but I couldn't make out his face clearly.
He groped about for a few seconds before he flipped the switch on and saw me.
I just stood there, staring at the stranger, I had no idea how long I held my breath. He was nothing I'd ever imagined.
“I thought you wouldn't come”, he said to me, “you seemed doubtful.”
“Um, I-” I barely had any words.
Was I doubtful?
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