Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 3

"Why is everyone giving me a weird look?" I whispered leaning forward so he could hear me.

Brandon chewed his croissant with a smile of amusement, his eyes drifted to my neck, "maybe because of those hickeys."

I blinked twice. Those wha- My mouth dropped open in realization. My hand quickly made its way to the knot of hair on top of my head and let it fall down to my back.

"Why did you do that?" He asked, his tone indifferent. "You don't want them to know to who that body belongs ?"

"You're disgusting," I said through gritted teeth and he smirked before pulling his chair back and standing up, "indeed."

Quickly cleaning his hands with the red napkin offered to us, he said confidently, "you'll come later begging for more."

He gave me one last cocky smile and left the restaurant, and I was once again the tired woman having breakfast on her own, but in only a very large shirt and messy smudged makeup today.

"Come begging for more?" I laughed re saying his words in the same tone he used, "my body is my own and nobody has the right to call it his unless he has my heart."

Now did I sound scary or one of those feminists who secretly are whores and calling out for attention?

Who was I kidding? Nobody could have my heart, I was just a workaholic bitch with no life, but who actually tried to get one and failed epically.

I ignored people's stares and left the restaurant. Walking up the stairs recalling what happened yesterday, I heard a discreet giggle of a man behind me. I climbed the stairs with my hands holding the shirt down against my body so he wouldn't see any skin.

Fuck Brandon's fantasies.

Never have I ever been to a hotel like this. Everyone is a pervert, everyone thinks they have the right to touch or see you. It's as if they were not human. As if they were other creatures living by their own law.

A law that gives everyone the right to do whatever they want nevertheless of what the other wants.

And even though this is, sadly, something we're struggling with as humans in our modern society, it still seemed awfully strange.

At the fifth try of getting my key into the knob, I succeeded. I walked into the bathroom and looked at my neck in the mirror.

Brandon had done a good job with those, they looked sexy I had to admit, but there was no way I was letting everyone see them, especially my father back at home.

I grew up in a strict religious family, but I somehow managed to break free from their false beliefs. Moreover, I and that weird guy Brandon are nothing. It was only one drunk night mistake.

A mistake that I enjoyed committing.

I threw his shirt to the floor and got into the shower letting cold water drip down on my body, then quickly running to my closet for a towel.

I always forget to bring towels to the shower. Why you'd ask because I never plan to take a shower. It's just me thinking in the bathroom than me in the bath all wet and in need of a towel.

"Room service!" An old woman yelled right before unlocking the door and storming in. It's my first day here and I'm really impressed. Have you seen the sarcasm?

To my surprise, who I assumed to be an old woman was actually a stunning young lady that must've had my age.

Dressed in a short white skirt and a rosy shirt showing off her breasts really well. Do they hire people who wear those at work?

Very impressing.

"I'm sorry, could you come back later? I need the room," I said still wrapping the towel around myself.

"I'm afraid that's impossible," she apologized for making my bed, "I have strict orders." And her voice was so old! It was unbelievable.

"You can stay in room ninety-four until I'm done with this," she said focusing on her work again.

I watched her move in every corner of the room at a quick pace, wiggling her hips and flipping her brown hair every once in a while. I let out a sigh and collected some underwear and a knee-length dress before heading out of the room and looking for room ninety-four.

I walked down the stairs since my room was 315, water still dripping from my wet hair to the floor. I hoped nobody minded seeing a girl wander around the hotel in a towel.

Turning the handle and pushing the door open, I came face to face with no one other than Brandon.

"Told you," he smirked, "came back for more?"

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