Gamed

Twenty one.

What?!

Anita's POV

We got to South Africa safely. The flight was a somewhat tranquil one.

It was evening now. I was really pissed after Samson entered my room without permission. You don't even want me to tell you what happened. He really broke the last straw of the camel's back. And now, he has to face the dire consequence.

I set my bed and plopped on it. Plugged my charger to my phone, and began to do something with it. The room was cold and cozy. It was really lovely.

As I stared at my phone, chatting, there was a knock on the door. Who's that now?

I dropped my phone on the bed and stared at the door until I heard a second knock. I grudgingly stood up and went to check who it was. If it was Samson, I was going to murder him 'cause I already told him I never wanted to see his feet in my room again. If only I would never see his face again, that would be a lot better.

I opened the door. "Good evening miss Anita. I was told to come ask you if you would want anything for dinner." It was one of the workers here in the hotel. He was a white man, and was of average height.

Thank goodness. "Er...what do you guys have?" Did I just ask that? Yes I just did. I barely even knew what they made here, and I asked that.

"Well miss Anita, we have–." Before he could complete his statement, I injected.

"Just anything soft is fine. Thanks." I smiled at him.

"Okay then. If you may excuse me now." He was so polite and humble.

"Sure." I was quite surprised at the way he treated a young girl like me. It was so...okay, this place was like heaven to me.

I watched him walk away. He didn't stop at Samson's door to ask him? As I was in my train of thought, Samson's door opened. He was the one.

Okay you know in movies where the male comes out from a place and he jams the female, and then they begin to look at each other like forever, that was what was going on right now between Samson and I.

He looked like he just had his bath though. He was putting on a singlet, which exposed his biceps and revealed the size of his chest and shape of his six packs, with a jean trouser that was unbuttoned, hence falling down a bit. On a nutshell, he looked sexy. He had a pretty nice figure.

After much staring, I frowned my face and shut my door.

"Wait Anita." I heard him say from outside but I didn't open up, instead, I locked the door. He then gave a light knock on the door. "Please Anita? Open up, let's talk." He said rather too calmly. That was the sweetest way I heard him talk to me.

I just sat down on my bed and continued to press my phone.

"I know you're very angry with me, and I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I thought you said..." I plugged in my earphone, so I couldn't hear his remaining words. I chuckled to myself. Only if he could see what I did right now.

Minutes later, the white man brought my food. It was a food I'd never eaten before, but I ate it anyways. It was so nice and satisfying.

Before I slept, I did a video call with mum and dad. Tracy wasn't interested in the video call so I didn't force her.

The next day, which was a Sunday, I woke feeling happy. No reason for my happiness, I was just very happy. I guess it was because it was a brand new day. 

I went to the bathroom to have my bath and brush. Done dressing up, I was set for the day. There was a knock at the door. "Coming!" I packed my hair in a ponytail, then I did a bun. Done with that, I jerked the door open and saw the same white man. "Good morning Sir. I'm so sorry for the delay."