Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 4

There was no way I was going to spend one more day in there.

I turned around closing the door behind me, my left hand on the hem of the towel so it wouldn't fall to the ground and leave me exposed, and holding the few clothes closer.

I ran upstairs and just when I was close to my room, I fell down, my head hitting the floor because of the water I left behind when I walked downstairs.

I blinked a few times trying to get over the fact that I was lying on the floor and my head was terribly aching.

Out of nowhere, a big yet gentle hand swept me off the ground and unsteadily up on my feet.

"Was that a weird yoga position or were you actually staring at the ceiling?"

When I looked up, my eyes were locked with deep blue ones. A sharp jaw-line and defined cheekbones that could cut a bitch's head –literally– added to his masculine features. He licked his lower lip and I found myself watching his tongue move in slow motion over his lip ring.

My eyes suddenly widened as my senses knocked me back to reality.

"Brandon!" I yelled hitting his forearm and covering my chest further with the towel and stupidly forgetting that it isn't very long.

As if he didn't see what you have in there.

"The very same Brandon you know. Hot, attractive, sexy and-" he bowed down a little so we were on the same height level, "you tell me what else."

"Rude, arrogant, serial fucker and in real need of an ego crusher," I said with stern bitch face.

I never liked complementing men.

I don't boost that ego, I crush it.

"I'm sorry for helping you miss Roseline," he said faking a sad tone, "you may go back to what you were doing."

His leg passed right behind my ankle in a swift move, resulting in me losing my balance and falling back on the ground. In the exact same position I was in.

"Have a nice day," he said holding up an invisible gentleman hat with a grin, and leaving.

I waited for a miracle to happen and a nice stranger to come and help me but to no avail.

Aren't you tired of strangers already? I said to myself and difficulty stood up on my own.

My room must be clean by now, and I have to talk to the maid about sending me to room ninety-four which was Brandon's.

The door was open so I walked in with my towel still around me.

There she was. The maid was bending over the chair next to my bed, her butt almost showing from under the small skirt she wore.

"What was that for? Sending me to someone else's room and telling me that it's empty?" I argued and the woman turned to me, cleaning her hands on her skirt.

"Pardon me madam, what were you telling me?" She smiled sweetly.

"I thought it was her," I said, "never mind, are you done?"

Shocking.

Do they switch maids in the span of ten minutes? Does every room get two maids? This place is strange.

"Yes, just a second, let me take my cleaning stuff," she dragged the broom and dustpan, "have a nice day," she closed the door.

I let out a sigh and let go of the towel, falling on the bed and silently enjoying how soft it felt against my bare skin.

My eyelids felt heavy and my eyes started to close on their own. I can't fall asleep, not right now.

The door isn't locked.

I have to close the door.

What if a murderer walks in on me? I'm screwed.

I fell asleep.

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