Baddest

Chapter 13

"Let's do this." Colson says as he exits the car.

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I watch him walk around the car to come open my door. I can do this. I mean, I could never do public speaking in high school without hyperventilating in fear, but I could do this. Maybe. I hope.

My door opens and he offers his hand to help me step down without falling to my doom. Tall people take a everything for granted. He wraps an arm around my back and we start walking towards the private entrance. I can hear cameras clicking, see the flashes.

"Kells! Is this your girlfriend? Can we get a name? A name?!"

"Where'd you two meet, you're a cute couple!"

"MGK, can we get a photo? Come on, man!"

A couple? My face is about turn bright red. I lean into colson more as we walk. Jesus these people are vultures. Maybe worse, they try picking at you when you aren't even dead. How can anyone get used to that? Colson just seemed to block them all out and smirked while we made our way past them which I found impressive.

Once inside the hotel, I feel like I can breathe again. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath that whole little walk we just did. The four seasons was immaculate, so beautiful. I couldn't believe I was here, let alone that I was going to sleep here.

"You okay? I know they can be a lot." His fingers run up and down my side as we walk.

I peek up at him and smile. "I'm fine. I mean, it was a lot, but I'm okay."

We step into an elevator, accompanied by his security team. This elevator is seriously lacking a lot of buttons though, something tells me it's an off limits to the public sort of thing. Well, have a lot of money and can unless you afford a special entrance like this. The doors open to Colson's suite, only it's not any normal suite. It's a penthouse suite, which explains the special elevator.

Let me take the wheel from here, and
penthouse suite chill from here.

The penthouse is something you'd see in a magazine, I feel like I don't belong in a space this beautiful. I'm afraid to touch anything. Colson loosens his hold on me to talk to his security, and I take a few steps further into the room. The view takes my breath away, 52 stories up and my fear of heights was not even a thought in my mind.

I walk over to the large window, taking in the beauty of all the city lights. How am I here? Would this be a once in a lifetime moment or would this be one of many? How long would I be of interest to colson? I've always been the girl who liked to know the plan, and stayed on the mapped out path. I'm on this journey into the unknown, with no clear road or destination. I'm living in the moment for the first time in my life, and when it's not thrilling, it's very terrifying.

"What you think sugar spice?" Colson's voice brings me back to earth. "I fucking hate elevators but the view alone is worth it."

"I've never been anywhere like this." I say honestly and turn to face him.

He tucks some strands of hair behind my ear. "let me give you the grand tour." He takes my hand and leads me around the suite. The penthouse is like a castle in the clouds, you have a full view of the city. Multiple glass balconies, and oversized windows. There's a fucking waterfall from the ceiling down to the floor on one of the walls, cathedral ceilings. The bathtub is a soaking tub, with jets. There's literally enough room for 5 of me in there. Did I mention there's a spa exclusively for the penthouse? Girl, talk about pampering.

Colson's phone rings and he checks his phone before answering. "Ay, man. What's up? Gimme one sec.." Colson sees me eyeing the large tub. "gotta take this call, I might be a bit. Feel free to try that tub."