The Rich Life

6

The last week that Adam is staying at the hotel flew by in a blink of an eye. Adam, Tony and me spent our time eating our guts out, swimming, take pictures in front of the Burj Khalifah, walked on Jumeirah beach and jetskiing. Maribelle completely avoided us. She and Adam had a huge fight from what I could tell and she was fucking another guy whilst Adam stayed with Tony. And he couldn't care less. I'm not sure what was going on with me. There were huge drops in my stomach whenever Adam was around me. How whenever he touched me sends huge jolts through my body. The way his voice turned me on. He didn't try and hit on me again but I wanted him to. So so badly.

Their last night came and they were going to return to America tomorrow evening. Anthony went to sleep early. As I quote, he said, "Jet lag is a bigger bitch than my 5th Grade Girlfriend- I'm sleeping." I'm not sure where Adam was, so I went to the one place I hadn't been in this entire hotel- Gold on Savannah, a bar and like a hangout place.

I went to the 27th floor and I was shocked ar what I saw. It felt like I had entered heaven. Everything was covered in gold leaf. There was a canopy of Swarovski crystals. It left me breathless. The ambience was plush and luxurious. This was clearly a place where socialites hung out.

I saw a familiar figure on one of the golden stools and I sat next to him. He was sipping at a cocktail looking depressed as fuck. I sat there in silence, whilst the waiter passed me a menu on an iPad. I flicked through, thinking about what to order.

"We literally had dinner an hour ago Amara. You're STILL hungry?" Adam spun around on his chair to face me and for the first time, we were at eye level with each other. His arctic blue eyes were cold and unwelcoming. He carried on sipping his drink.

"We literally ordered dinner an hour ago. You're STILL thirsty?" I retorted, tapping truffle potato fries, crab tacos, and a mocktail called "The river of Zahra". Ironic isn't it.

"You got me there," He laughed. I blushed internally. He tapped a drink on his iPad called "Sabkha" whilst I tapped on a golden mineral water with 24K gold flakes. Because why the fuck not? You know in case I get thirsty tonight. The waiter brought our food and drinks over.

"Here try this," He gave me his Sabkha drink. I took a sip of it. It had a sort of salty and floral taste but it was AMAZING. I think if Adam gave me the shittiest drink on earth, I would still think it's amazing. I ate more because the stuff they serve at the fine dining places is so small.

"Damn that's delicious. What's in it?" I asked, giving it back to him. He said the ingredients from the list on the iPad:

"Pink peppercorns, Ruby grapefruit, Acacia Honey, Dessert salt soda, hibiscus and butter washed tequila syrup,"

I stared at him in horor. TEQUILA.

"You actual idiot. I can't drink alcohol!" I punched him on his arm. It was rock hard that I ended up hurting myself more than I did to him.

"I know that dumbass. This is the virgin version. Tequila syrup has the taste but not the alcohol," He pushed the drink back to me, "I ordered it for you,"

"I can't eat all of this!" I said, "You take my mocktail then," I pushed it towards him and he drank it all. I stared at him as he made an expression of disgust.

"This isn't alcohol!" He said. He's going to be so drunk by the time he gets on his jet tomorrow, I sighed tapping at a cocktail called the Merchant Coast. It came almost instantly.

"I needed to fucking sober you up somehow. But if your really that picky have this drink," I gave him the Merchant Coast and he still drank it, but not as fast, anxious it's going to be virgin. He put it down.