DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Miami

We stare at the well-lit building reading the name before stepping away from the dusky, night sky. We go through the doors and into the white lobby.

Blue circles are decorating the floors along with yellow intricate designs and I take a minute to admire the beautiful interior before I'm nudged by Dylan. We head to the front desk and a peppy blonde greets us. After offering greetings, we get down to business securing our reservation.

Dropping the heavy backpack at my feet, I roll my shoulders and Dylan does the same before leaning onto the desk in front of us.

"We have a reservation under the name De' Santos," Dylan speaks up, pulling the cap down a little more on his head.

The receptionist, Jaeda, taps her fingers over the keys, staring at the screen before nodding with a smile. "It's all here, a suite with a single bed... Breakfast and dinner paid in full for the next 24 hours and tab of $ for room service..."

Dylan nods and Jaeda smiles, tapping the keys some more. She reaches under her desk and we hear rattling before she emerges with a metallic card and a smaller paper one. She finishes up something on the laptop before looking up at Dylan expectantly.

"ID, please... Just to confirm that you are both indeed Mr. and Mrs. De' Santos... "

I tense slightly but Dylan seems unbothered. He checks his pockets and even goes into his backpack searching when we both know he ain't got no freaking ID with De' Santos in there.

He looks up at the receptionist with a frown. "I've seemed to forgotten it."

She looks at him unimpressed.

"Well without an ID I can't hand this card over sir," she replies before looking at us sceptically... Probably thinking we're some identity thieves. "Let me get my supervisor to sort this problem... I'm unable to assist any further."

She goes for the phone making a call and I look over at Dylan who doesn't look phased by the course of this. I've seemed to forgotten it? Really couldn't he give a better lie?

A few minutes after she tells us her supervisor will be here soon, a tall brunette walks towards us in a crisp uniform.

Her hair is in a tight bun, her lips are blood red and her eyes; they're pitch black. I see strength, hardships and pain in those dark eyes. Her face is angular and she looks mid-thirties, a gold ring lies on her left ring finger and she has on some killer heels.

"What's the problem, Jaeda?" she asks after greeting us with a pleasant smile.

"Mr. and Mrs. De' Santos are unable to provide IDs... It seems they've forgotten them... Therefore I'm unable to give them their cards. I called upon you so you—"

"I'll handle this Jaeda," The lady says before reaching for the cards and turning towards up with a smile. "This way Mr. and Mrs. De' Santos."

She turns on her heels and Dylan grabs his bag following her. I grab my bag smiling at Jaeda before rushing after them. We walk towards an elevator and she ushers us inside before pressing the number 4.

The ride up is silent, the cheesy elevator music the only sound to be heard. A few seconds later we're off the elevator, leaving the few persons who'd entered on the third floor behind. We walk down a hall and soon the lady swipes the card, opening the door and gesturing for us to enter.

Dylan pushes me forward and I step into the room floored by the beauty around us. The room is spectacular.

White walls, cherry wood floors and blue ceiling. The bed's covered in a royal blue spread with small yellow pillows. There's a glass table to the side with two yellow sofas and a beautiful frilly, light blue rug. There is a Smart TV mounted on the wall facing the bed and to the right of that large balcony doors with pale blue drapes.