Kalani had always thought that she was saucy and she could do absolutely anything and get away with it. She went with this mentality to a business appointment with one of the most influential English bachelors of all times. It was safe to say that K...
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The room looked ten times better than my room back at the hotel , not like my room wasn't good enough, but this room was like paradise. It was like I was in nirvana.
It had a fire place by the wall side so the room was warm. The bed was a three dimensionsional parnian furniture bed and I remember when I checked the price of the bed on a site some months ago, my rent wasn't even up to quarter of the price . How could someone spend close to quarter of a milli on just a fucking bed!
The TV was big and I hoped he had Netflix because I wasn't with my laptop and I didn't know how I was going to spend the rest of the day and night. I didn't even have a phone.
I had no idea of the time, I turned my neck scanning the room for a clock. My eye caught the sight of a Cartier's Flamingo clock hanging on the wall. It was 4:30pm. I sighed and went to sit on the bed. That dude was literally so fucking rich! There was no two ways about it.
Which normal human being wasted that much money on a damn clock?
I scanned the bedside drawer and found the keys to the room. I actually thought I wasn't going to have access to the keys when Simon walked away.
I was about to get up to check around to see the bathroom and the tub when someone knocked.
"Can I come in miss?" The lady asked politely. At least this one didn't call me ma'am like I was some old lady.
"Yeah sure, the door isn't locked anyways." That must have been the Victoria they kept talking about .
A slim lady walked in with two bags and a small box.
"My boss said to give you this." She said as she leaned over to hand me the box. It contained a new phone. He actually gave me one his brands flagship phone. Majority of rich celebrities used that particular type.
"Umm thanks. How can I pay? "
The lady chuckled and I wondered what in the actual hell was amusing her.
"He said not to pay, anyways the bath is just there. Do you want your meal downstairs or you're good here? " I kind of figured out she was American because her voice and accent was so different from everyone I had approached here.
"I think I'll be good here, I need the warmth. " I said, smiling lightly.
She was about to turn around and leave when she turned back like she forgot something.
"Ohh and my boss also said to tell you that the WI-FI password is 'eight hundred 283' all in lower cases. I went and got you a change of clothes for today and tomorrow when you leave. There are brand new untouched towels on the rail in the bathroom, you could pick anyone of 'em. "
The lady turned to leave. Why was Derek being nice all of a sudden? Maybe it was the guilt of me coming to England to plead that was hunting him.
I walked into the bathroom, peeling of my clothes slowly. I hung the jacket that he gave me in the car on the rail. I turned on the hot water and got into the tub. The tub looked like something I had found on pinterest one day when I was lazily scrolling and I could remember saving it .
