Ready For Love (Drama/Romance)

♱🗡 Chapter 1 🗡💋

  Rays of sunshine flooded into my room from the window to my right. There was a pounding in my head. I sat up gradually and I glanced next to me; a stranger. My god, I got drunk and slept with a stranger! I rushed him out.

My suite needs to be cleaned, so I asked the maid on my way to the conference hall. Standing dejectedly in the hallway is the girl from yesterday. Disregarding her, I went to the front.

I kept running into her, and whenever I probe anybody, they declare "There is no one there," the exact thing he told me before today. The receptionist should have some answers to this mysterious figure.

When I approach, they scurry to straighten things out. There is a breeze next to me. She whispers, "Room 333."

I keep a straight face and ask the receptionist, "Who was in room 333?"

He appears to be betrayed by me. "333? "Hmm... Sylvia Jones"

Fortunately, I escaped quickly before he could pry anything crazy from me. Sylvia Jones... Why are you here? Her sudden appearance makes me jump a little.

"You got my name, didn't you?" Sylvia asks, her eyes sparkling.

"Yep, Sylvia. Why are you here?"

She's speechless. She isn't ready to share anything personal with me.

"Sylvie? Can you take me to your room?"

She nods merrily and steers the way. Of course, I have another Key. Keeping duplicates makes things easy.

Sylvia goes in first. I take a huge deep breath, so I don't go insane and unlock it.

From what I've heard, they may never clean this room. These items could be evidence for the police, detectives, and even the FBI. She is by the window again. Sadly, gazing outward. I leave so as not to linger any longer than intended.

That was heavy. Could something had happened to her?

I ran into the guy yesterday, while still in my thoughts. "Oh hi,"

"Lashay," he says, "I have a problem and it needs to be fixed."

"Tell me your name first" I declare.

"It is Simon Waverly"

Simon and I make our way to his hotel room. I noticed a robe moving.

  "My wife...wants to meet you" he sighs the words. His wife whips around, and when she spots me, runs over for a hug. I hope that's a champagne glass. Squeezing the air out of me she says, "It is so nice to meet you, Lashay."

"You can let go now," I reply, my breath, sucking itself out. She released me at last.

So, meeting me was the 'problem'. Got it. She goes on about how she planned the wedding with... Simon, her husband. I glance back at Simon. He shrugs, sitting on a chair.

"...do you think?" She asks. I must have tuned out the entire time.

"What of?" I fire back.

"Honeymoon, of course"

"Whose?"

"Yours" She states. My cheeks turn pink. Haven't even thought about my wedding. Now she's requesting what I'm planning for my honeymoon.

Finding an excuse; not an actual reason; I leave the room. "I have a staff meeting in the conference hall in about..."

Brief glance at the clock before I utter, "...10 minutes"

She nods, understanding everything, and lets me exit the room.

The sun was already setting when I got back. Even the thought of a girl ghost attempting to set me up with a guy who is already married brings a shiver down my spine. I spent the rest of the evening at a restaurant away from prying eyes and ears. The morning after is much the same, except for two pompous people barge in like they own the place and demand to see the manager. I am doubtful and approach the situation calmly.