Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 29

PHOTO OF EMMA ABOVE ⬆️:

                           EMMA'S POV:

    I walked in through the hotel lobby like I owned the place. I heard old music playing that was a symphony playing. A few of the hotel workers that were men dressed elegantly in suits. I felt like I was in a 1950s time capsule. And I swore I might fall. I heard the clicks of my heels as I walked. I saw a few men that were workers stare at me. I felt their eyes on my breasts and ass. I was wearing a lingerie underneath this tight dress and my breasts were perky from the lingerie pushing them up. And I guess I gave off a flirty vibe when I entered.

   I know that this is quite a rich man's world. And it was obviously old fashioned. And I heard old violin sentimental music playing that was old, peaceful and beautiful. But I of course, didn't waste my time. I had walked like the way I've seen the beautiful models on the runway walk. And I guess I'm just a very good observer than most people think of me as. And I had no ideas, not caring. But I did know that I needed the finest suite. And I can definitely afford it. And it wasn't even that bad to stay at for like twenty minutes. And so I went over with the plan over and over in my head just as I was walking through the lobby.

One of the businessmen that reminded me of Josh, but I think he was much older. He was definitely one of Josh's associates. And so I had taken my time to just observe him. And it sort of worried me, and I saw no sign of Josh whatsoever. Which I think was good for now. And so I had been walking almost like nothing. And so, I had taken my time, but I was obviously stopped and approached by one of the other associates. And he stepped right in front of me like he definitely wanted the center of attention.

   "Hello there gorgeous creature, what's your name?" The tall association man said, who gave me chills just by looking at him, and the way he spoke as if he had some sort of plans in the back of his head.

  "Giselle," I spoke out, pulling out the thickest French accent that I could allow out of my mouth. And it's funny because this man thought it was so real it was written on his face.

  "Would you care for a drink with our associates?" He offered me, gesturing his hand to a table full of those countless clients that Josh probably hired for this.

  "Thanks. But no thanks. I'm meeting someone actually." I had delight in my voice, matching with the French accent I was pulling. "Je suis une femme heureuse."
  ("I'm a happy woman").

   The man totally didn't understand what I had said, when it came to me speaking French. And just as of then, I had my mom to thank when it came to this French. My grandparents came from there, so thank god that they were like this and had my mom like this that it made me like this. But the thing is I had witnessed the men, all of them just staring at me. And it didn't take me long to notice Josh walking off of the elevator, and he was dressed in dress pants and a opened white dress shirt. He looked like he had just had sex in the worst way. And by then of course, I had calmly excused myself from the man. And I walked up to the front desk, doing whatever I could to get a room.

   I knew the name Giselle was one of the most sexiest French names out there. And I always loved the name that it sounded perfect for me while using a French accent. And it only took me a couple of seconds to realize that once I'm up in the room, I am on my own. There's no way for me to be backed up. I had my hand on record on my phone that stayed in my coat pocket and it was on an automatic transfer to send to both Christopher and Liam. And they would maybe send it to the police. And I hope that's their plan on their end. And as long as I do something it gives Christopher hope that I'm fine and that nothing has happened to me.

   I had made my way to the desk, and there was the most interesting to see Josh walking over to the associates. And I had blocked their conversation from me because whatever it is I would be disgusted at hearing.