Will Your Love Prevale?

withered and wealthy

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Brie-anna pov:
I reach the xxx hotel. I walk to the revolving door to the dark oak receptionist desk. The vast room echoed the sound of my heels as the hit the ground, thats sound has always aroused shane. While I walk, I put more swing with my curves while I strut up the steps to the wooden black desk. Behide the desk was a woman who must of been in her late fortys wearing a pound of makeup and false lashes to the point that they weren't lashes but an extentions on her eyebrows. I chuckle alittle at my humor. Im such a bitch.

"Excuse me are you here to get a room? If not then I will have to ask you to leave." I blink a few times, I look at this woman that I could easily take out, give me so much attitude. I run my tounge along my teeth before I say something rude. "Yes, probably under the name Clico." I say to the hag. I pull my purse onto the counter, then click my phone on to see if shane texted me. Nothing. I type in my pass word to my phone it's open. I tap the screen, the keyboard pops up to the screen that I last left my phone to of shanes and I's text messages. I type:
____________Messenger______________
{Shane} 10:14 pm
< Come to xxx hotel >
< Ok >
[//offline//]
<Where are you?!?>
< SHANE T^T>
<Wtf shane...? >
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I turn off my phone in frustration. "Oh yes, sorry my apologies you will be escorted to your room in a moment." The eyebrow extention said causing my anger to sudside itself. She sounds truly sorry, she probably realized I come with Miss money banks "Shane M. Clico." The woman holds a small key "Here is your room key. I hope you enjoy your stay, Truly." I take the key and add a "Thanks" as I walk to a hunky man dressed in I resume the hotel attire, waiting to take me to my room.

I walk in the halls of this hotel of red covered in art, ravish, and required taste. I feel, I belong, for I was wearing a silk black dress with a rip in the dress to show my legs, including no shoulder straps. I walk to the elevator with the man trailing along behide me, the doors open. I walk in the small metal box, as does the man behide me. "Which do I click?" I ask the man. I wonder if clicking all the buttons will make it look like a Christmas tree. "The top floor." Says the hotel attire wearing man in a monotone voice. I wait till the boring elevator doors open. Which seems to take longer normally then going to my apartment. The silence was driving me crazy.

As I slowly seem to go sane, the doors open. The man takes the lead this time, taking me to a white door with the number "1" on it. I take the key, and press it into the key hole. I slowly but it in. I wave the hunky boy away. I turn the key I open the door. I open the door to an enormous suiet fit for a royalty. Shane seemed to read my thoughts as she says "it's fix for a queen, Like yourself." I look to see shane in a white tux sitting in a chair clearly moved to face the doorway. I see she must have been drinking for the drink in her hand. I look at her hands, the are covered in blood and marks of a brutal fight. "SHANE? WHAT HAPPENED? YOU LEAVE ME AT THE RESTAURANT THEN YOU ARE ALL BRUSIED UP?!? I walk to the closet to look for a first aid. I call to the front "I need a first aid kit." I say in the phone cutting off the woman asking is special emergency needed probably shes just worried about Shane.

"Shane why did you want to meet in a hotel? I could have just came over to your house." I ask. Shane responds fast but calm "I just like to keep work and home separated." Shane says advoiding my eyes. "Also you dick, Why didnt you answer your phone?" I spit the words at shane. I was worried. Shane normally tries to answer. "It died." I roll my eyes "whatever" escaped my lips as shane drops her glass and slumps over the chair. "Shane?" I say running to her collapsed body. "You ok?" "Shane?!?" I scream, I yell to Shane's non-responsive body. "Help please. Call an ambulance!" I hear runing down the hallways. "Shane its going to be ok. Its all gonna be ok. I love you so...*hiccup* much." I say the last in tears. Fear invites me to tea as it swallows me up. Please be alright Shane, you mean the world to me.