Not Mine but His Mate (Completed)

Chapter 2: Black 🐾

We pulled up to the Roseword Resort, one of the best in Palm Springs. I was so excited to receive the text from my husband to meet here, that I pulled out my best dress I could find in our closet.

It's been a lengthy time since we've did something like this, so I had to dress to f**king slay!

And b**ch, I killed every person I walked pass that night.

"Thank you mister Greg, I believe I shouldn't be needing your services for the rest of the weekend."

"You already know Mrs. Scott, I'm just a phone call away."

I smiled at the sweet elderly man, "Thank you mister Greg."

I saw his cheeks meet his eyes as he smiled through the rearview mirror, "Have a good night Mrs. Scott."

To be able to feel like somewhat of a normal person, I forbidden Mr. Greg from opening the doors from me. I knew it was his job, but I was fully capable of opening and closing the door for myself. It was a very sweet gesture, but was very patronizing at times.

I closed the door and made my way inside the resort. I sashayed like the mutherf**king queen I was. I was used to getting looks when I was out in public, but this time I commanded that all eyes were to be on me!

I reached the front desk in a respectable manner and ignored the open mouths that stood behind the desk.

I rested my arms on the desk, with my clutch in my hand, "Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to help me?"

The young man blinked at me a mile a minute before answering, "Um yes ma'am," he stuttered his words even more, "H-how may I-I h-help you?"

I smiled, "Yes, I was wondering if you could give me the key to my husband's room?"

He nodded and proceeded to do something on the computer, I knew he was waiting for me to fill the void with my husband's name.

"Zaim Scott, please."

His eyes almost popped out of his head as he paused, "You mean, the director Zaim Scott?"

"The one and only."

He began blinking a mile a minute again but he located the key and had it in his hand, "So that must mean that you're.....you're Hazel.....H-"

"Yes, Hazel Scott," I smiled at the frozen boy that stood with his mouth open once again. Before the interaction had gotten anymore awkward, I reached over the counter to grab the key from out of his hand adding a genuine thank you for all of his help. Before I turned to leave, I reached over the desk again and pushed close his mouth with my finger, "Close your mouth darling, you might get flies in it."

I looked at the group of young adults, "Y'all have a good night."

I carried on with my business and headed to the elevators. My anxiety hit the roof, the further up I went up on the elevator, but I was very excited. I was excited to even spend some real time with my man, my love, my husband. He had been so busy working on a movie that he told me about tonight through a text;

Hello gorgeous,

Meet me at the Roseward Resort tomorrow night. Top row of the third building, Suite B. Do not reply to this message, just meet me there.

Don't forget to wear something sexy 😘💦

Z. Scott

Not the most romantic way to hear that from your husband, but hell, I'm not f**king complaining. I wasn't really used to being romantic in my life, and he didn't do it often after we had gotten married. A girl took what she could get.