Don't Listen to Your Heart

Will You Be My Partner in Crime?

"Miss Sasha Jordan?"

"Rocky, you dumbass" I laugh, hearing him laughing from the other part of the phone. He promised me he would've called, and he did. He kept his promise.

"How you doing?"

"I'm fine actually. My mother came at Hotel Cortez a few days back, with my grandmother. But she said or did nothing at all"

"Wait, are you still in Hotel Cortez?" he asks in confusion.

"Yeah, I work here and with the 45% of what I earn I pay myself a room"

"At least you get paid for it. Is Mr.March bothering you?"

"Not at all. I still don't get why you would think that anyway. He's not heartless"

"Are you standing for him? Sasha, that guy has something wrong and you know that"

"And I decided to accept that part of him. Why is it that wrong?" I say, as I can see James walking in the room. I soon glance up at him, a worried expression takes place on his face. He looks nervous.

"Look, I really have to go. Off to work, bye" I quickly say hanging up.

"James, what's wrong?" I quietly ask, he slowly reaches my bed and softly sits on it, glancing down at me for a while before speaking.

"There's something I need to know, from you. I can't take it anymore" he says with what looks like a kind of nervous tone. Never heard this tone of his before.

"Go ahead then, ask"

"I know you probably have other plans for you own life, I'm glad you do"

"I actually don't but, go ahead" I weakly smile, he looks at me with attention and then speaks again.

"I was wondering if you'd ever consider the fact of staying here, with me. And help me with my stuff, while you still work, of course. You're a great worker, I see that"

"I'm here everyday, and I'll keep on with my work and with your stuff. What's this about?"

"What I mean, Miss Sasha, is if you'd actually stay here"

"Miss Sasha, there you are your key and your fees' card. I need your signature here and, here. As we talked this morning, 45% of what you'll earn monthly will be used for your room's fees and services" Liz suddenly says walking in the room. He quickly stops and looks at us.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know he was-"

"What is the topic, sir?" James asks in confusion.

"Oh, you didn't tell him yet? I can wait" Liz says looking at me with an excited expression, I laugh. I know he wants to be the one who reveals gossip, truth, rumors and secrets. I know him too well by now.

"Do you want to be the one who lets him know?" I ask as his eyes soon start shining, filled up with joy and excitement. Just like a baby's would.

"Oh my god, yes!" he yells, then clears his throat and looks at James, "Mr.March. Miss Sasha had officially checked in this morning. She's one of us 100% now"

"Does that mean you're staying?" he asks with a surprised tone, his smile growing bigger and bigger.

"Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I'm staying" I say with nochalance, with a soft chuckle.