We all rushed out of the elevator on the 100th floor.
"Hm I wonder what door," Ashton joked about, heading for the only door visible, across from the elevator doors enclosed in a small box room.
Justin swiped the key card under the door handle and a green light flickered about the handle.
Slowly, he opened the door, letting the bright light blind our eyes slightly in a teasing motion.
When the door was fully opened we all gasped in astonishment.
I stepped in and marvelled the squeaky clean, dark grey marble floors contrasting with the light, airy creme walls. A magnificent, diamond chandelier hung from the high ceiling, making the space seem even more bigger than it already was.
The wall opposite the door and where we were standing was all glass, we were higher than all the buildings and skyscrapers in the panorama, an uninterrupted landscape of the whole of New York displayed itself before our eyes, the bright, lively colours of the city lights sparkled like emeralds, gold, topaz, pearls and all sorts of gems danced hundreds of feet below us.
A huge, soft grey couch stuffed with white, abstract oranges and red pillows was placed to the left of us. Plants such as trees the height of myself with leaves that resembled palm leaves cuddled the corners of the couch. A huge flat screen tv was placed on a wooden, elegant stand, painted white and on the bottom shelf it was stacked with little baby succulents that were a range of colours from deep, dark blues to vibrant, fiery red's.
To the right was a rectangle of soil, and from it grew palm trees as tall as the high ass ceiling, shrubs and other exotic plants wove in and out of the Palm trees. It was as if a tiny section of the Amazon Rainforest was transported right to this room. Flowing around it was a lake with built in lights, and stairs leading down into it, meaning you could swim in it.
Behind the tall rainforest section, was a long, white marble kitchen, decorated with dainty hints of blues and oranges such as the brassy, orange light hanging above it quite low, and the ocean blue cupboard handles installed on every white drawer or cupboard.
On both sides of the kitchen stood grey, wooden doors.
Another two doors stood on either side of the living room area.
"Fuck," I breathed, barely able to find the right words to say.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Yelled Ashton in pure joy, running fast before crashing onto the lathered, soft couch.
"It's so," breathed Yazz, just as speechless as I was, "so magical, like insanely beautiful," she took a few steps towards the glass wall and gazed outside, hypnotised by the view.
"This is what being treated like royalty feels like," Justin laughed, slipping his hands around my waist.
"How are we ever going to leave?" I sighed, turning around so that we were hugging and placing my hands on his wide, strong shoulders.
"Don't think about that, think about now," he kissed me slowly.
"Get a room," chuckled Ashton, running over to Yasmine still gazing outside.
"Actually that's a good idea man," called out Justin, breaking apart from our kiss. "I'm guessing one of these doors here are a bedroom, sleep tight love birds," he chuckled, dragging me to the door closest to the glass wall and on the couch side of the room.
"Have fun," Yasmine laughed.
We stepped into what was now our room for the next week. The glass wall continued into our room, but the rest of the walls were a soft, comforting shade of grey with yet another chandelier illuminating the room from the centre. A bed was placed opposite the glass wall, and not far from it was another door, I guessed it was probably the bathroom.
Justin, still holding my hand, pulled me over to the king sized, padded bed and pushed me gently down.
"Look how lucky we are," whispered Justin, sliding his hand underneath my grey crop top and onto my right boob.
"All because of you baby," I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in closer to me, holding onto his built up back.
He pressed his lips onto my neck and began kissing me hard, while his free hand trailed down my tiny waist and found itself under my panties.
"Mm you're already wet? How wet do I make you baby girl?" He breathed into my neck. I bit my lip so I wouldn't let out a moan. "How wet?" He repeated in his deep, fucking sexy ass voice, sliding two fingers into me straight away.
"Very," I moaned loudly, tightening my grip on his back.
"Good girl,"
