I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 1 - Curious Cat

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Chapter 1 -  Curious Cat

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Welcome to the Hilton hotel. Please press the number of your floor.”

The lifts talk these days? Personally, I think that there is nothing more annoying than a talking lift, but well, everywhere you go, you find a talking something. I mean, geez, what’s wrong with people? Humans are meant to talk, and now you can hardly have a conversation with a stranger without looking like a creep. Oh, but they don't mind a talking lift. 

Even so, I've learned that there are really creepy-creeps in this world, like the man who was standing next to me. He was probably in his late forties and yet was looking at my legs as though he was going to jump on them at any moment. What's with people and their obsession with legs anyways? Legs were made to walk with, as long as you could still walk, that is... 

Oh god, the creep stepped towards me. 

I had to get out of there. The one thing I could not handle was old creeps near me. Okay, maybe cheese cake too. I could not handle cheese cake; it made me want to puke. How could someone eat something like that?

Being so wrapped up in my thoughts, I had forgotten to press my floor number. Oh, damn. I let the lift take me all the way to the top floor. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

I impatiently waited for the door to open and then literally sprinted out of there. The creep and I were not good friends. Well, too bad for you, creep, because you lost out on a golden friendship because of your stupid leg ogling. 

I walked through the corridors only to realize that I had come to the floor that the suites are on. Oh! How would it feel like to be in one of those rooms? When I can afford a room like that, the first thing I would do is jump on the bed. I have heard they have the most comfortable beds ever. 

And that was when I found the grand double doors of a room ajar. Ah, I love my luck. I peeked into the room just to have a look. There was a fancy living area with a circular table in the middle, a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and two doors leading out of the living area. 

Just a little glance around wouldn't harm anyone, right? And then when I'm done, I will go and tell Britany all about what the most expensive hotel rooms look like. 

I tiptoed into the bedroom and oh, the bed, the huge California king-sized bed! I wanted to jump on it. I looked around to see the huge room absolutely filthy. A Dirty Room?! What? Someone paid so much money to get such a luxurious room and then they made it messy? That person does not deserve the room.