The Dopamine Rush

Chapter Twenty-One | Calm

Calm.

Calm was my entire outside demeanor but inside I was fuming.
I couldn't help but to feel somewhat responsible for allowing "Miss Thing" the space to try and weasel herself into my man's heart or should I say pants?

Either way I was beyond furious. Furious with myself, with him, and of course with her. But everything was going to be put to a stop, if I had anything to do with it anyway.

Although I had planned to travel to Australia later in the month, every bit of information told to me by Jennifer convinced me otherwise, and I was the first thing smoking on the nineteen hour flight.

I sighed out slowly and wiggled around in my seat. Long flights and I don't get along too well. But the occasion planned couldn't wait and I needed to set a few things straight.

*

Saturday, April 11, 1992 • Boondall, Australia 🇦🇺

"I can't believe you didn't mention a word to him about your arrival." Jennifer said as we sat in the back seat of a taxi.

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

Jennifer examined my face closely before she opened her mouth to speak.

"I know you're pissed at him for standing there, which a part of me is too. But honey, he did walk away."

"Yes he walked away, I get that. But he should've never stood there anyway, he should've never gone with her whether she pulled him up or not."

"I understand that. Maybe he was taken back a bit? I'm sure he was. None of us was expecting her to behave that way. You should cut him a little slack, he's just nice to her."

"And that's part of the issue, he's too nice to her to even realize how she really is. I won't go at him too bad, but with her? It's going to be another story."

*

What room is he in again? I asked Jennifer as the taxi driver helped me with my luggage.

"He's in suite 707. Don't stop by check-in or anything, just find an elevator and go up."

"Oh I will." I smiled. "Thanks for meeting me at the airport, I owe you."

"It's no big deal." Jen said. "I'll see you soon and good luck."

*

The elevator doors opened as I stepped out onto the seventh floor.

"Nice..." I thought while admiring its beauty. "Ok suite 707... 707... and here we are.."

I eased quickly across the hall with two carry-ons and one large suitcase before placing my ear to the door.

Although it was very quiet, I could hear soft footsteps.

"So light on his feet." I thought as a smile crept upon my face and I began to knock.

"Who is it?" Prince asked in a deep voice.

"It's room service." I replied trying to restrain my laughter and change my voice.

I could hear him carrying on about not ordering any room service before the door slowly opened.