Unconditional Confusion

7 | Suites and Such

I've been meaning to write for a while but I just can't. So I'm going to try my best to write as well as I possibly can. Thanks for reading and don't forget to comment and vote! :)

Soon we neared The Ritz Carlton hotel in Chicago. It was one of the most expensive hotels in Chicago where just one night costed about $250. (8 nights would be 2,000 dollars, so a week would be about 1,750 dollars. Okay I like math give me a break). I remember staying here once while my dad had business in Chicago. It was amazing. I got to go to the pool as well as ordered people around (or tried to but 10 year old me was quite shy).

"You know I'm broke right now right?" I ask Michael as we get out the car. He gave the keys to a valet and I watched the Mercedes pull away.

"Doesn't matter. We won't be staying for too long, a night or so" he says to me.

"A night with you in a bedroom?" I ask wiggling my eyebrows.

"If you want to, but I have a girlfriend" he says to me smirking.

"Oh," I say and feel heat rise to my cheeks. I prayed that I didn't come off as a whore.

"Nah, I'm messing with ya, or will be messing with you" he says winking.

I just shook my head and began walking towards the entrance. I was greeted by a doorman who opened the door so I wouldn't have to. It was amazing considering I was a lazy fuck. Michael followed behind me and cut ahead of me to the front desk.

While he was talking to the lady about our rooms, I took in my surroundings. The tiles were so glossy and there was a beautiful fountain in the center of the place. I saw people in suits and dresses walking in and out of the building and began to feel self conscious in my dress and converse. Compared to everyone else, I was dressed super casual (save for Michael, but he could wear a banana peel and still look sexy).

"Come on, lets go check out our rooms" Michael said.

I followed him up the stairs and tried to keep up with his pace. He was taller than me (6 feet at least making me 8 inches shorter than him), so naturally he took longer strides. My short legs had trouble keeping up with his.

"Slow down!" I said as I began breathing faster. I didn't understand why we didn't just take the elevator like all other mentally stable humans. Probably because Michael wanted exercise. Ew.

"You can take the elevator if you'd like, its floor number 27" he says to me. We were on floor 2. Only 25 more to go!

Just kidding, I would never walk up that many stairs. Nope, fuck that. Michael can sweat all he likes, I'm taking my sweet ass into the elevator. I spotted one at the end of the hallway and quickly stepped into it before the door closed. There was a man in a business suit who had already punched in floor 23.

He looked quite scary because of his large figure. His eyes were a deep emerald green like the trees in the forest once you've ventured too far. He caught me looking at his eyes but didn't say anything. Soon his stop came and he got off the elevator. I quickly put in 27 as two women dressed in dress skirts and expensive looking blouses. The taller one put in floor 24 and walked beside her friend (I'm assuming). Soon the elevator took off and stopped once again.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw Michael outside the elevator. I could see some sweat through his shirt, but besides that he seemed fine after walking up 22 flights of stairs. The women both looked at Michael and I swear the shorter one tried to "fix" her blouse, exposing her bra in the process. Michael looked at her tits shamelessly as she walked away. Soon he joined me in the elevator.

"Well she was very modest" I scoffed as the doors closed.

"Says you?" Michael said questioningly.

"Yes, says me. How the hell did you climb that many stairs that quick?"

"I jogged up because I was determined to beat you. But soon realized you'd beat me, so I joined you" he says casually. I just rolled my eyes and Michael quickly noticed.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Missy" Michael says seriously but I could sense the playfulness in his voice.

"Or else what?" I dare to ask.

"Do you really want to know?" Michael says suggestively.

"Come to think of it, no thanks. I mean who knows how many diseases you have" I say smiling.

Before Michael could make another remark, the elevator doors opened with a "ping!" and I stepped out.

I followed Michael once again as he led me to suite 120B. As soon as we stepped inside there was a narrow hallway that divided the living room from the bedroom. It also led to a bathroom that looked very modern. Even the toilet handle looked expensive. Must have made it so you can feel expensive after your multi million dollar shit.

As soon as I turned around toward the bedroom, my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. I could see the city from the glass windows and let me just say this, it was breath taking. Back in Toronto I didn't live close to the city so I didn't see lights all that often. However, I did see stars which could be substitutes for city lights. But something about the city just called to my inner being.

The room itself was quite large, but not nearly as big as I thought it would be. There were two beds (each about a king size) stationed next to each other with walking space in between as well a black nightstand. There was a big flatscreen TV against the wall and a small leather chair besides the TV.

I walked out of the room and into the living room that had another TV. This TV, however, was twice the size of the flatscreen in the room. There were also leather couches with cute little cushions embroiled with flowers on them. The coffee table was a rich brown color clearly made from wood, polished to perfection. I glanced below me and saw a dark brown carpet that went along nicely with the ivory colored walls with flower patterns (sounds feminine but is actually pretty gender neutral).

"Looks nice yeah?" Michael says to me as I admire the beauty of the suite.

"Mhm," I nod.

"Admittedly it's not the biggest suite, but it has the best view," Michael says as he walks over to the bedroom and looks outside of the window. I walk over to him and stand right next to him. 

"Hey, sorry if I come off as bitchy. I can't help it," I say to him swelling my pride. I felt bad for being so mean to him earlier and didn't want him to be pissed at me. I mean, he was hot. It would be a shame if he hated me.

"It's alright. I shouldn't have left you like I did. It was stupid of me," he says coming his hair with his hands.

"Yeah, you are pretty stupid," I say laughing. He looked at me and tilted his head to the side as if to say "Really?". 

"Oh right, mean comments. Sorry," I say looking down at my shoes. I heard him laugh and my head snapped up.

"I know how bitchy you are. it's alright. Just tone t down in front of Dylan. He doesn't like sarcasm as much as me" Michael says winking at me. 

That meant Dylan wouldn't like me. I mean I had more sarcasm in my being than I had water.

I looked at Michael then back out to the buildings outside of the hotel.

"Hey, Gabriella?" Michael asks, turning his whole body to face me.

"Yeah, Michael?" I mock his tone.

"Please don't tell anyone I told you to get out of the car," he said with a hint of desperateness.

"Why? You can get in trouble?" I ask him cluelessly on purpose.

"Just, please don't. I'm supposed to bring you in the best condition with excellent service. I mean, you naturally come damaged so that's a bit too much to ask for but you know, orders and such," Michael says smiling.

"Fine, I won't tell anyone about your shitty behavior towards me," I say as I sashay away.

"Wake me up when you're less of a bitch," I say sinking into the incredibly plush bed.