Ace of Hearts

3

Desiree Campbell POV:

I drag myself to door 45 and release a sigh of relief.

I slide my key card in and stand amazed at the beauty of the place where I'll be staying for a while.

The penthouse has an open-concept space with high ceilings that are decorated with alluring light fixtures. It's obvious that the main colour scheme is white and grey. The couches are a dark grey to match with the dining table and stairs that have a silver handrail that leads to the rooms upstairs. I venture up the stairs until I walk into a passage with three doors; my room, the bathroom and another room which I will probably use as a guest room. I open the door at the end of the hallway and notice that it has a similar but lighter colour scheme to the rest of the penthouse. There's a king sized bed with a light grey headboard and a few throw pillows. In the corner of the room is a seating area with a chaise lounge chair, creating a snug atmosphere. The best part has to be the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city and most definitely would become my favourite spot to watch the sunset.

After walking around and looking at everything in my room, a wave of fatigue washes over me. I look at the time and see that it's only 13:35pm. I open one of the many cupboards and see that most of my clothes had already been packed. It seems that the only things that need to be sorted out are the clothes that I took to France which had been placed outside the door of my bedroom.

I change into one of my oversized shirts, put on a head scarf and practically throw myself into bed.

*******

"And he doesn't even apologize." I vent to my best friends, Imani and Ora on facetime.

Both their faces fill up the screen of my iPad. I woke up from my nap an hour ago and tried to charge my phone but it seems like the entire thing was dead and the screen was cracked. I had to message Vincent about my phone situation so that he could have a heads up.

"What are you going to do now?" She asks, walking around her hotel room.

Imani is currently in London for work and Ora is in Los Angeles.

"I've already ordered a new one. It should be here by tomorrow morning."

"Good." They both announce in unison.

A moment of silence passes before I speak, "Maybe I overreacted...What if he was having a bad day?"

Imani scoffs.

"We all have bad days, but that doesn't mean we should make it everyone else's problem." Ora says, whilst typing something on her laptop.

"I know but-"

"No 'buts' Ree. You need to stop feeling bad about hurting people's feelings at the expense of your own." Imani says.

The three of us have been friends since I moved to America for high school. They were one of the few people that stood up for me when I used to get bullied. Since then the three of us just hit it off and have been best friends for 9 years.

Imani is a sports journalist and has an ongoing series where she interviews sports stars on her YouTube channel that has gained a lot of attention in the two years that it has been running.

Ora is a publicist and works with many brands, celebrities and organizations to help them with their public image. Both their jobs sum up their personalities to a T.

Imani is the extrovert; social anxiety fears her. Ora is a bit more reserved and craves order in her life or else she can't function.

"I know, I know. It's just ingrained in me." I whine even though they're both right and it is not the first time we're having a conversation like this.