Contracted Love

Chapter 2: The First Meeting

                                        2 Days Later: Friday, August 8th 2014

Scarlett's P.O.V. 

I adjusted my sunglasses as I made my way off the plane and into the airport. I looked around, searching for the sign with my name written across it. Sure enough, I saw some dimwit rocking back and forth holding a sign with "Scarlett Ramdolski" scrawled on it. 

Ugh, of course. Only a real idiot woudn't be able to distinguish "Randolski" from "Ramdolski". I threw my hair back and slowly began to walk over towards my desinated driver. 

I stopped in front of him and cleared my throat. He looked startled and turned to look at me, "Oh, Ma'am, are you Miss Scarlett Ramdolski?"

"It's Randolski." I said curtly.

"Oh, I apologize-"

"No matter," I cut him off quickly, "where's the car? I need to go to the hotel right now and freshen up, please." 

"O-of course, Ma'am," he slighly stuttered. Ugh, why couldn't I get a proper driver for once? 

After what seemed like way too long spending in the car with a chatty driver, I finally was able to get him out of my hair and checked into the hotel. As soon as I got into my room, I collapsed on the bed. 

Oh, it feels so nice. 

I rubbed the white sheets with my fingertips and closed my eyes. If only I could relax like this every day. My mind trekked back to when Jason and I would stay at the hotel together because if my father found out we were dating, I would either be murdered or locked up in a tower like Rapunzel. 

Well, Jason would probably be murdered. 

We would laugh as we wrapped our bodies around each other under the bed sheets, the springs squeaking from the movements. He would pull me close and I would feel my skin tingle under his touch-

I broke my thoughts. Why was I thinking about him again? 

Sighing, I opened my eyes and brought myself back to reality. Remember what he did to you, Scarlett, I thought to myself, remember all that humiliation and pain you had to face. 

Taking a deep breath, I checked my watch: It was already 5:00. 

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath as I got up. I needed to attend a meeting at 7:00 and I haven't even washed up yet. 

I straightened out my blouse, grimacing as the wrinkles refused to cooperate. Finally, I gave up and opened my suitcase to search for a different top. I pulled out the light pink satin blouse with the frills making a waterfall down the center. 

When was the last time I wore this shirt?