BET

Chapter Thirty-Three

Kasia 

The spring break trip that I had in my mind when I knew the guys were the ones planning and paying for me to attend consisted of the four of us driving to some shitty beach town a couple hours away from our college, where they would expect me to watch as they do keg stands with cheap beer and go skinny dipping before settling in a small, cramped motel where the four of us would fuck on an old, most likely creaky mattress.

That is before I actually look at the itinerary that Simon sent me the night before we are supposed to leave and see that the area they are taking me isn't a shitty beach town like I initially thought, but a pretty nice place that has a beautiful resort where we will be staying. It isn't until we actually arrive, and I step out of their car that I am slapped in the face with the extent of the luxury that awaits me.

"What in the fuck?" I gasp, the entrance of the resort already leaving me breathless in its enormity. "How did you swing this?"

I can't imagine what a few nights in this hotel that appears to have every surface made of actual gold would cost. I even see a chandelier sparkling in the lobby through the perfectly clear windows that seems like it would cost more than I will ever make in my life.

"We all pitched in." Henry says plainly as he grabs my bags for me from the car and sets them down next to me.

"Was your share my entire tuition?" I ask, swinging one of my bags over my shoulder.

As far as I know, none of them are secretly the heirs to an immense amount of wealth, but my assumptions about what three college football players would be able to afford otherwise are immediately shattered beyond belief when we are ushered through the lobby of the resort and given the keys to our room. The elevator is opened by an older man in a suit with the hotel's logo pressed over his heart who takes us up to our floor.

I steal glances at the guys as we wait for the elevator to ding nine times and the doors to finally open. They seem to share the same satisfied smile that makes me want to kiss them and punch them in the gut all at once. I don't do either, mostly because I don't want to offend the nice gentleman who, when the elevator finally arrives at our floor, holds the door open while the four of us walk out.

Even if I wanted to react once the elevator closed and the nice man was out of earshot, I wouldn't be able to. If the rest of the hotel wasn't lavish enough, the door to our room opens and I almost faint.

A large king-size bed sits in the center of the room that is decked out with fancy, carved wood furniture. The full suite bathroom is made entirely of crystal-clear glass with a huge waterfall shower and a jacuzzi tub that looks like it might be able to fit all four of us comfortably. On the far side of the room are the biggest floor to ceiling curtains I've ever seen and behind them, a double door balcony that overlooks the beach and the ten stories that lie below us.

I stand in the center of the room, open mouth gaping at every detail; the expensive coffee maker on the counter, the bin of luxury soaps in the shower, the freshly pressed linen on the bed that somehow feels both warm and cool to the touch.

The guys must not notice my shock, or they are too preoccupied with bringing in and unloading all of their suitcases, because they usher me along without a second thought.

"Come on, Kasia. We want to check out the pool before we head to dinner." one of them says.

I still can't seem to move, to pull myself out of my surprise and confusion.