I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Thirteen

The Pierre hotel.

A luxury and surely an expensive hotel. Custom to Billie's taste.

Especially it's ballroom that was such pleasure for the eye.

With a black scarf covering her hair and a pair of sunglasses to hide her eyes, she made her way to the reception desk.

"Good evening, I have a reservation for tonight."

The man in front of her politely smiled and nodded his head.

"Good evening, miss. Could I have your passport to verify your name?"

She leaned in closer and lowered the volume of her voice.

"What if..." she slid an envelope towards him. "...I wanted to change my name for today. Hm?"

According to his name tag, David carefully looked around them and slowly put his hand on the counter to get a hold of it. He moved it lower so it wasn't visible for anyone to take a peak.

Billie noticed his eyes slightly widen once he spotted the bills inside.

After another cautious glance around, he quickly stuffed it his pocket, "What's your name, miss?"

"Elizabeth Madden."

"Alright, I'll still need your password. For the cameras." the last sentence was almost whispered.

While David dealt with all of the formalities, Billie looked around to examine the interior. Though her eyes didn't want to stop traveling around, they did when she accidentally made eye contact with a man sitting across the lobby from her.

Immediately when the mysterious human had noticed her interest, he went back to reading his book.

He was dressed in all black, a suit and had a pair of sunglasses that he fixed up more.

"Miss, Madden, your room is ready. May we have our bell boy take your bag?"

"No thank you, I'll manage."

"Have a nice stay."

It was known to everyone, close people and strangers, that Billie was a woman of luxury. A woman who got gratification out of diamonds, houses and designer clothes.

Coming up with almost no money, she didn't know how to control herself around it once she got a hold of it.

The first time she received a lot of money was at the age of seventeen. She felt ecstatic despite the fact that the used methods to get it made her feel diffidence.

She had to hide all of the new clothes, make up and other impulsive buys from her parents.

A few months later at her job... well she met Andrew.

Once the room was shut and she was alone, her disguise was removed and carelessly thrown on a chair.

Billie took a moment to walk around and probe the room.

She stopped at a mirror. Running her hands down her hips, she bit her lip and smiled. The beige colored dress stopped right at the knee. A v cut out revealed quite a bit of her matching colored bralette. It had long, relatively tight sleeves.

Her stare moved away from her reflection when she heard a knock on the door. The clock showed the time being seven on the dot.

In the doorway she met Denzel with a tray in his hand while the other one was behind his back, "Hey."

"Hey, you found me," Billie smiled.

"Asked for a Elizabeth Madden,"

"And they gave you my room number just like that?" a brow of hers cocked up.