As the Yatch hit the sea port, my eyes flew open. My mouth started producing excess saliva and my muscles felt weak. I knew what was coming next. I got up from under the comforter and began making my way to the ensuite bathroom, then nausea took over. The floor was spinning beneath me and the push of the current against the Yatch was not helping matters.
I took one more uneasy step before deciding that I couldn't hold it in any more.
"BlERghhrhh.....bLeRGHijghrr.... *pant* hrK... hrK... BleRyRdghh!"
My insides felt like mush, like they were about to make their exit from my body to the carpet in a moment. I hate sea trips, I hate puking and I hate...
"Robyn! "
My door flew open allowing me a view of Jermaine...or... dad.
"Are you okay? I figured the landing would upset your.... "
Oh, he finally noticed.
"Way to save the day dad You came right on time."
I offer my most fake smile ever.
"Um...Ill..um... Just have the Butler get that cleaned up. Whew, did you let it all out. "
Jermaine stutterd trying to lighten the mood.
"Ha haa. Not funny."
I said and walked out of the room in search of another clean suite. I'll just get new clothes in the city. For now I won't be doing any morning status update till Smee the Butler rescues my phone.
I brushed my teeth and took a light shower.
All I could find in the closet that were fit for 'The Robyn Dallas' to wear were a plain black T-shirt and some ripped jeans. I hurriedly tied the shoe laces of the adidas supreme sneakers and skiped a little to the chef's quarters.
I caught myself humming along to the radio playing Mary I'm Drunk by Travy Scod. Funny I never knew being in the big city would exite me as much as it is.
I was still a little light headed and honestly utterly disgusted from the early morning so puke show so I decided I didn't need breakfast any more.
"You sure that's what you like miss Robyn?
Clay the chef asks with sincere concern and for a second it seems like he really cares about me.
"For the fifth time Clay, Yes, I'll just grab brunch at the mall. "
I said and started to walk out.
"And, Clay, " I stoped to add " just Robyn's fine by to you. "
I said and winked.
Clay squinted his eyes.
I rolled mine. What was I thinking trying to connect with the damned chef?
Notch! I must really be lonely.
Nahh.
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The big city crushed my little expectations and raised the bar for me by about... a mile.
Every road intersection seemed a tad more sophisticated.
Damn, I could get used to this.
Stepping out of the Maserati that drove me to the mall I told the chauffeur to pick me up at 04:00 pm. I noticed fan girls gasping and a few boys drooling.
Yes I am beautiful, like DUH, I know that.
I made my way into the mall and attracted a few more stares as I told my body guards to lay off but stick around.
Who knows I might need help with the bags.
I delved into a frenzy buying anything I see and like. Nope, not checking the tags.
At about 03:46 pm i'd gotten pretty tired of hopping from stall to store and I decided to take my cavalcade of shopping carts to the cashier.
That was when I saw him...
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