Based and Inspired On a True Story
They say we meet the love of our life in our 20's, but what if our lover is 20 years older than us?
First Rule of Hospitality: Never Date Customers.
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Madison Swanepoel is a 22 year old college student working in...
I officially hate moving houses, especially tall buildings, I am not buying as much as a sock after the monthly fitness I did. In other news, my mind has been also working on another project so...
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4 Months Later
"Looks like it's just me and you." Madison tells Freddy who asks for the time, standing the both of them in the empty reception lobby.
She looked down at the watch marking 23:30 exactly, Freddy lifted his eyebrows to her, delivering a tired look.
"Think about those Nike Airs, just do it Fred, just do it." He rubbed his face giving himself a pep talk.
He hated working nights, so did she but her shift was almost finishing while his was just starting.
"Hang in there." She tells him heading back to the bar.
The hotel as unusually empty for a Wednesday night but that gave her enough time to browse ideas for about Hiro's birthday surprise. Madison felt like she couldn't possibly match what he did for hers but then again, giving guys a birthday gift was one of the most challenging tasks on the planet.
If it was any other girl, Madison would know exactly what to give.
She scratched her hair in frustration, nothing, and the 9th of August was just around the corner.
"A lap dance, I'm telling you." Her co-worker that night suggested, making Madison roll her eyes. "Us men are as simple as puppies."
"Who told you that?" She snorted. "I wouldn't say a puppy more like a Bonobo."
"A what?"
"The most sex crazed mammal out there."
Luckily their subtly weird conversation is cut by a call from the front desk and she takes it immediately avoiding any further talk.
"Yes Fred?"
"Madison, a client just checked in and asked me to order his drink because he'd be down in a minute."
"Freddy didn't you tell him we're almost closing? Couldn't he ask for room service?"
"He insisted, he's some important dude Mark's been giving me shit about it for a week, don't make us both lose our jobs for a gin and an extra 30 minutes, please." He pleaded.
"Fine" She sighed, ripping a piece of paper to note it down. "Did he specify which gin?"
