Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

Three.

I woke up on the kitchen floor and dragged myself upstairs to the bathroom to get ready for work.

My body screamed as I stood under the hot water. I washed my hair and gently washed my face and body.

I piled on the makeup after getting dressed for work and I got an apple before leaving to catch my bus.

Mr Smith stopped me as I entered the hotel and he asked me to go check that everything was good in the presidential suite. It had to be, I thought. I left the suite in the evening. What could've possibly happened in there?

I went to check anyway. And since it had started raining outside, I heated up the room.

"You did a great job, Banks." Mr Smith smiled at me as he examined the room.

"I did my best." I said.

"Could you please get some towels from the laundry? Mr Bieber should be arriving shortly."

I nodded and headed to the basement.

My body throbbed as I stood in the elevator. I had to get some painkillers, I thought.

"Ms Jones? I need some towels." I said as I walked into the laundry room.

Ms Jones looked at me as she sipped her morning cup of tea.

"Good morning to you too, Dileah." She said.

I closed my eyes for a moment as embarrassment washed over me.

"I'm sorry, Ms Jones."

"Busy morning?" She got up and went to get me some towels.

"Yes. That Bieber guy is arriving soon. You know how Mr Smith gets with important guests." I said, slightly out of breath.

"He's fussy." Ms Jones smiled.

I nodded and leaned against a counter.

"Are you alright? Is Paul working you up? I can go talk to him--"

"No, Ms Jones. It's fine. I'll be okay. I'm just sore." I said.

"What happened?"

"I guess... I didn't sleep properly last night. And I was tired from all that cleaning too." I said.

She frowned as she handed me the towels. She then fished in her apron pocket for a little box.

"Take one. If it doesn't help, take another at lunch time." She said.

"Oh, thank you." I said to her.

"Take it easy, dear. If you keep like this, you'll be in a wheelchair when you get to my age." She joked with a smile.

I chuckled.

She was right in so many ways but she didn't know.

"Thank you. I'll see you around, Ms Jones." I headed back to the suite.

Bags were already brought up to the suite and I watched some of the male employees bring them into the suite.

I headed to the bathroom to put the towels on the bathroom counter. I then took a painkiller with some water and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Damn it, all this work was getting me hot and my makeup wasn't sticking. The last thing I needed was people seeing my bruises.

Gently, I reapplied my foundation and lipstick and I practiced a smile in case I bumped into this Bieber guy.

"I sure hope you enjoy your stay here, Mr Bieber." I heard Mr Smith say.

I quickly put away my makeup and cleaned the bathroom counter of my makeup.

"I'm sure I will. This is an amazing hotel." A voice said.

Mr Smith chuckled.

"We aim to please." He said.

There was bit of silence in the room and I used that opportunity to walk out the bathroom as I straightened my uniform out.

"Ah, Banks." Mr Smith smiled at me.

It wasn't a pleasant smile. I knew that. It was one of those what-are-you-doing-in-here-while-our-guest-is-here kind of smiles. The type that also said 'you're embarrassing me'.

"I'm sorry. I just brought up the towels from the laundry room." I said.

"Thank you." The other man said, smiling slightly. Mr Bieber.

He was a tall man with golden hair, beautiful hazel orbs and full lips. His suit was so clean, cleaner than all of Mr Smith's suits. Mr Bieber's looked tailored and really expensive. He had charm. There was something in the way he smiled, as little as he did, and the way he stared at me.

I was nervous.

I didn't know if I'd upset the man by being there... I'd definitely upset Mr Smith, that was for sure.

"I should head off." I broke the awkward silence.

Mr Bieber nodded.

"Well, thanks again, Miss..."

"Banks." Mr Smith answered for me. "She's the one who got this suite looking so spotless." He smiled.

Mr Bieber smiled at me. A little broader this time.

"Wow. You did a great job." He said.

"I did my best." I said softly, too overwhelmed by his beauty to even dare look him in the eyes. I fiddled with my fingers instead.

"Is she the best?" Mr Bieber asked Mr Smith.

"The very best." Mr Smith answered proudly.

I thought I was one of the best. Jocelyn was a really good cleaner too.

"Then I'd like her to continue cleaning my suite. Every second day." Mr Bieber said.

Wow. A man who knew what he wanted.

Mr Smith didn't argue with that. He didn't even ask me what I thought.

"She'll be here every second day." He smiled at Mr Bieber.

"Good." Mr Bieber looked at me but I kept my eyes on Mr Smith.

"Alright then. Let's leave you to the privacy of your suite, Mr Bieber. Banks will be here to check on you later." Mr Smith smiled as he and I walked out.

I exhaled once he closed the door.

"So, once every two days. I'm sure you can do that, Banks." Mr Smith smiled at me, patting my shoulder.

I nodded.

"You can stay home in between." He said enthusiastically.

"O-oh. Uhm, Actually... I'd like to keep coming to work. S-Sir." I stuttered.

Staying home would drive me insane.

"You already work too hard, Banks."

"I know. I just... Love working. It keeps me on my toes." I said.

Mr Smith nodded slowly.

"What you're asking for could end me in trouble, Banks. You're over-working."

"I know. Look, you don't have to pay me for the other shifts I do."

I was desperate.

"Fair enough. But I only want you working half days during those shifts then. You can clean the smaller suites."

I smiled.

"Thank you." I said.

He nodded.

"Go take a break. I want you back up here by midday to check on Mr Bieber." Mr Smith walked off to the elevator.

"Yes, sir." I said.