After - A Delena Story

24 - Secrets -

I have no idea what 'stuff' Damon has to deal with while we're in Paris and why he won't tell me, but I'm just going to enjoy this spa day and trust him.

Right off the elevator there's a somewhat reception area with a front desk with staff behind it.

It's pretty busy but not loud, it's a lot calmer and quieter than the rest of the hotel.

I queue in the line and within a couple minutes I'm talking to the lady behind the desk.

"Hi, How may I help you?" The woman asks,
I don't really know what to say.

"I actually don't know. My boyfriend left me here." I laugh and she her smile widens.

"Can I have his name?"
"Damon Salvatore, Mr Salvatore." I tell her and she nods.

"You're Miss Gilbert, follow me." She smiles and stands up, walking through the double doors on the left of us.

I follow behind her and we walk into a huge tiled room with a huge pool in the middle.

It's obviously not a pool, it's like a huge hot tub.

There's tons of woman sat in it, relaxing or chatting to one another.

"Mr Salvatore has requested for you to have the full experience, you can choose anything to do." She explains to me and keeps walking.

Choose anything to do?
What does that mean.

I don't know what to choose, I don't even know what they do here.

She must sense my confusion because she follows with, "He said you'd probably have no clue what to do so I'll help."

She goes over everything I can do there, I could get a massage, she explained all the different types of massages I could get, then the mud bath, the tanning beds, the sauna, the huge hot tub that I still don't know the actual name of if it has one, and so on.

I never knew there was so much to do at a friggin spa.

Damon's POV

"How'd your girl feel about you leaving?" Pierre asks me.

"She'll be fine. I'm not going to be long and she'll love the spa." I tell him and he nods with a slight chuckle.

"What?" I ask, what's so funny?
"If only she knew what you were really doing." He laughs.

She'd probably explode...

My phone starts to ring so I pull it out of my pocket and answer it, not needing to read the caller ID to know who it is.

'Blondie it's like 11pm, go to bed.'
'Go to bed?' She laughs.
'You think I can sleep right now!?' She shrieks and I roll my eyes making Pierre chuckle.

'I'm just checking in, how's it going?' She asks.
'Fine, Caroline. You don't have to 'check in' every hour.' I remind her.

'I know, but it's you, you'll probably mess this up for me.' 'I mean us.' 'I mean her.' She corrects herself and I laugh.

'God, you have issues.' I tell her.
'You're one to talk.' She breathes.

'Yeah, okay. Bye Caroline.' I say.
'No. Wait we have to-.'

I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket.

"Is it this one?" Pierre asks, pointing to it.
"Yeah...it's perfect." I answer.

It is perfect.

Elena's POV

I've been in the spa for about two hours and I love it.
It's so calm in here.