Her Perfect Half

Chapter five

I was in complete shock. I'm at a loss for words. He-he was kind to me. I felt protected. Wait, do I like that boy? No, I could never. Right?  I got out of the elevator and went to my room. My room is at the end of the corridor. 

I go in, and I'm mesmerized. The room is big and bright, with a queen-sized bed in the middle. It's gorgeous. I go into the bathroom, and I see a tub. I look around the cabinets, and there are a lot of feminine hygiene products, bath bombs, travel-size soap, conditioner, and shampoo.

I plop down on my bed and close my eyes. Even though I haven't done anything today, I feel exhausted. After flights, I never sleep because of my sister. She can't stop complaining about the tiniest things.

I open my eyes and see a text from an unknown number.

'Are you going to dinner, mi vida?'

'Who are you?'

'Seriously, you don't remember my pretty face?'

Oh, that's the guy from the elevator. Wait, how did he get my number?

'How did you get my number?'

'I have my ways, mi vida. Now, are you going to dinner?'

'No, I'm staying in my room.'

'But you have to eat to become taller.'

'Shut up! I'm not that short idiot.'

'So now you're insulting me.'

'Well, I never got your name.'

'Maximo Diaz. And you mi vida?'

'Kiarra Bianchi.'

'The torturing queen of Italy. I see that's why you were so familiar.'

My heart dropped in my chest. How does Maximo know me? Is he from a mafia? I can't love somebody from another mafia! Can I? I left him on read. I got nervous. I pulled out my laptop and started searching for Spanish mafias in Madrid.

Soon enough, I found him. His father's mafia is the 3rd largest in the whole of Spain. Oh my God. My enemy is cute. No, Kiarra. You can't date your enemy even if he is the cutest boy you've ever seen. What is wrong with you?

I go to the bathroom and take off my clothes. I go in the shower and turn on the cold water. When the water hits my skin, I wince. But I don't turn on the hot water, no. I shower. I turn off the water and put the soft white towel around me.

I decided to lie in bed for a few minutes before I dried myself off. My eyelids started getting heavy. I close them just for a minute. I woke up the next day, hearing a knock on the door. I quickly put on some clothes and open the door.

Only to see a cart full of food, a letter, and a bouquet. I take the cart to my room and open the letter.

'Good morning, mi vida! How did you sleep? I want to know if you would like to go on a small date with me. At 15.00 on the beach near the hotel? Your favorite boy, Maximo Diaz!
Don't be late!
Bye, mi vida!'

This motherfucker. So he knows where my room is, and he dared to send me food. What if he poisoned it? I'm not eating that. Ugh, why is he so? So annoying. But adorable at the same time. I mean, he is scary, and he could probably smash my skull if he wanted.

But that makes me want him even more. Now, the big question is, will I go to the beach?