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RA 21: James, Belvin

Narration:

Back at the hotel that Henry and his family left, there is something else a brewing. 

There is a man standing near the front counter uncomfortably, standing, looking, biting his bottom lip nervously, tapping his foot - basically everything indicating that he was not okay with the situation at hand. 

But what caused this reaction?

It was his partner talking in a deep, seductive voice to the barely of age cashier at the front desk.

This was something he always did when he wanted something out of someone. And it always worked. 

You see, James had this natural charm and devilishly good looks and it irked the hell out of Belvin. He was if anything an average looking man, but compared to James, he was horse sh*t. After years and years of being in his shadow, he decided that he needed to be better than James in some way. He wanted everything that James had -  the free service, the more than friendly smiles from the opposite sex, and just enjoying life a little bit more knowing that you have something that 99% of the people on earth don't have and will never have - so he started to work out...a lot. 

So much so that in just 2 months he was built like a fire truck. No really but you get what I'm saying. He was jacked. Muscle covered him from neck to pinky toe. No inch of him was overlooked. No inch...

Being huge got him some attention, but still. It was nothing compared to what James had. His dark hair, golden eyes, naturally beautiful scent, and cleanly shaven beard, he could do anything. So, naturally it made Belvin insecure and every time James used someone for his own use Belvin was reminded of all that he didn't have - everything that came with good looks. 

James clasped the young lady's hand with such gentleness and complimented her on the texture. Her cheeks immediately flamed fiery red and she giggled pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. 

"Hehe. Um...I- it's a gift. My mom's hands are just as soft. Must run in the family hehe..."

James nodded in understanding. The young lady shied away for the millionth time in their encounter (probably because James was so close she could feel him minty breath fan her face, he looked her in the eye like she was the only one in the entire world and didn't break contact as he licked his semi-chapped lips).

"Hanna, you know you are so beautiful. I could look at you all day, but unfortunately I have a job to do. You know those news people that came in with their cameras and equipment?"

She nodded her head. 

"Well, me and-" he looked over to a lollygagging Belvin that was facing away from the whole front desk situation. He wasn't going to turn back around any time soon, so James whispered his name and he turned around like his life depended on it. "-my friend Belvin and I work with those people. We kind of got separated - this place is so big - and I was wondering if you could direct us in the direction that they went."

"I'm so sorry. If you had asked me this question weeks ago I would have done that easily, but with everything that's been going on lately - people gunning down each other in the halls and damaging property, not paying - we're being a bit more strict on who we let into our hotel. I'm so sorry." 

James was trying to mask his frustration with being told that he cannot do something. Only his mother denied him things. 

"I know. That's why we're here. We, with the other news reporters are trying to draw light to that and give those a-holes that trashed your hotel their just desserts."