The Journalist

The Journalist (Chapter three)

Chapter 3

I punched in Craig's number and abused the green dial button until he decided to answer my call.

"Hey, baby cakes."

"Plastic Surgery! What the hell do you take me for? First off I get a crazy hairdresser, then some dude - who I must admit was very nice - decides to give me clothes I don't need. I look like a mini version of Barbie with this face paint on my face. Now some random person, who I don't know, wants to stick needles in me. Rot in hell Craig!"

Craig's laugh just echoed down the phone, and I wanted to smash him to pieces.

"Wow, miss dynamite, cool down on the cuteness. Take deep breathes in and out and forget about the surgery."

"You what?!"

"Forget about the surgery." He repeated.

"So you're telling me I had lipo suction for nothing?"

"Yes."

"Urghhhh!"

In my rage and short temper I threw my phone into my bag and slumped into the leather interior of the limo. I stared out the window and remembered when I was little and I used to think about the people who would be sitting behind the blacked out windows in fancy cars like this, I'd create families in my head and think about what fairytale life they lived. The limo halted on the side of the road and I took this as my queue to get out.

A mass of screaming girls flew past me chatting loudly. The first one who looked like she'd put her face in a bag of Cheese Puffs was screaming.  "It's definitely this hotel."

The second, who was just as bad if not worse, screeched. "Oh.My.God. I am going to die."

I smirked, some people are seriously losing their minds these days.

"I love Drake Fox!"

At this, I burst out laughing. These girls were hilarious. As I turned the corner towards the hotel there was a crowd of  at least forty-five screaming girls waiting for Drake Fox. I tried to push past them to get into the hotel, what a fail. I was getting completely crushed to the point that I couldn't breathe. Black clouds were forming in the sky, and before I knew it the the rain began to fall. In my fury I hit a few people with my bag and squeezed my way towards the doors. Thank the Lord for Louis Vuitton .

I walked into the lobby looking like a drown rat.

Walking across the plush carpet, I slammed my new manicured fist onto the desk.

"I have lost all of my patients, it is twenty past three, all day the only thing I have eaten is a bagel. I am cold, hungry and wet. I have been criticized and put down all day. My teeth are that white I could light up the whole of New York City and I am no longer going to stand here and take any crap. Can I have my room?"

I sighed after my rant and counted to ten. The man behind the desk mopped up the rain water and remained calm.

"Name?"

"Booked in under Alan, but my name is...er..."

"Erin Walters?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Out of the three penthouses you are booked in for the second"

I snatched the swipe card and mumbled "thanks." I walked over to the lift and pressed the button.

Bing!

I was finally on the top floor, not bothering to read the door number I swiped my card and fell down to my knees on the cream carpet.

I dumped my bags and slipped off the ridiculously high heels and headed in search of a shower, shampoo in hand.

Once undressed I jumped into the shower, heat surrounded every inch of my body. It was as if all my troubles were washing away from my mind and down the drain and when I was ready to jump out I'd be ready to start afresh. I took out my usual vanilla and orange scented shampoo and thoroughly rubbed it into my scalp, along with my conditioner.

Once I was done in the shower, I stepped onto the shiny tiles as the coldness consumed me and grabbed a fluffy hotel towel. I glanced in the mirror and certainly looked better than when I arrived.

My highlights hadn't really taken well to my hair,it just looked like it usually did when I dyed it blond. I'll be having words with Jamie.

My cell buzzed and It was a message off Craig, what the hell does he want

I'll be at the hotel in half an hour, please be ready.

-C.A x.

My heart fluttered with the little kiss he'd put. No Bliss you must not think things like this, you hate Craig. You dislike him that much you laugh at the images that you draw of the stick image man of Craig committing suicide. That kiss meant nothing to you and you mean nothing to Craig.

I nodded and my mental telling off.

I walked into the kitchen, in my own little daydream, humming to myself and I dialled the number left on the side for room service.

"I'll have a large fifteen sliced ham and pineapple family pizza with wedges and garlic bread, thanks. Bye."

I strolled into the living room to switch on MTV and I was faced with a muscular man standing at the door. I screamed blue murder, what the hell was a strange man doing in my penthouse?

I ran into the bedroom, continuously looking back and I ran into something hard. I looked up into to sea green eyes and a pile of perfectly styled dirty blond hair, this was no other than -

"Drake Fox, and who the bloody hell are you?"

I gulped realising I'd ran into his well toned abs.