Would Die For You ©

Chapter 2

Emily snaps awake, falling off the bed to the floor with force and clutching her head with both hands, she stands up. A few minutes later, she walks slowly to the bathroom and when she looks in the mirror, she can't believe what she sees.

A bump.

"s**t!" she whispers through his teeth.

He looks in his medical kit for compresses and then in the kitchen for ice and covers his forehead so that the swelling from the blow goes down. Leaning back on the bed, she takes his mobile from the nightstand, which does not stop ringing and for which she fell out of bed.

Seeing the received messages, she is stunned.

Katherine Hills: 22:40 PM

"EMILY, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Jason Dash: 23:00 PM

"«Come immediately to the hotel we need you urgently»"

Katherine Hills: 05:30 AM

"Last night we received a call from the personal assistant of an Arab Sheikh and they booked the ENTIRE top floor"

Katherine Hills: 06:00 AM

"«You must come urgently!! You are the owner, you have to receive the Arab and his entire committee»"

Katherine Hills: 06:05 AM

"Oh my God! Emily, don't embarrass us, they will most likely ask for the owner of the hotel and Jason and I are not. Damn it answers»

Jason Dash: 06:08 AM

"Good morning Emily, hurry up. The Arabs will arrive at any moment, we are waiting for you»"

Katherine Hills: 06:10 AM

"NOW EMILY ROSE!"

Emily jumps out of bed and runs to the bathroom, when she reaches the door of this a sudden dizziness invades her completely. It stays still for a few seconds and when it happens, it goes completely inside.

"What a good hangover I'm having!"

She started the day off on the wrong foot.

She showers, brushes her teeth and then runs to her closet when she can't find a new skirt that she bought just two days ago and which she now decides to release for the occasion.

She screams in frustration at not seeing the shopping bag in her room.

"Blessed be God!! Could it be that today is not my day?"

Exasperated she runs into the living room and looking everywhere she sees the shopping bag on the black synthetic leather sofa, she jumps on it and opens the bag desperately. Finding the skirt, she squeals with excitement and hurries back to her room.

"Stupid Arab! At bad times he has to arrive... Couldn't it be at noon?" She speaks while getting dressed. “You must receive it with all her committee” Bufa as she begins buttoning her white dress shirt.

Search the closet for her stunning new black Chanel shoes with a sparkling shine. She goes back to the bathroom, takes her hairdryer and, letting go of her hair, begins to dry it in a hurry, leaving beautiful waves perfectly.

As if she had planned that it should look like this.

Lastly, grab her makeup case, scoop out some compact foundation, seal with powder, a little blush, and last minute. Her favorite lipstick, deep crimson. A very simple makeup, nothing excessive.

Simple... How she is and how she should be. It's okay to always be cute and careful, but not to be extravagant either.

Emily looks in the mirror and verifies that the inflammation from the blow has gone down. She begs inside herself that a purple not form on her and, putting on a little of her favorite perfume «Carolina Herrera» with that killer fragrance, she leaves the room turning off the lights, takes her car keys from the bag in front of the sofa and then her beautiful wallet, a Michael Kors.

She leaves his apartment at 07:00 AM. A whole new record for Emily, to be ready in less than an hour.

"It better be worth all my effort and that your stay at the hotel is not just for one night. My dream is also worth… Damn!"

She pulls onto the highway and traffic catches her. For a change, her best friend and business partner keeps calling her.

By pressing the car phone screen, Emily answers the call.

"Tell me that you are yet to arrive? They have just notified that they have landed and that when they finish the airport procedures they are coming here, Emily!!" This one screams that last.

The beautiful young woman sighs and, covering her view with the palm of her hand, whispers:

"Traffic got me friend. I'm ten blocks away."

"THAN!" Katherine yells from the other end of the line. "Take a detour, Emily. You have thirty minutes! Hurry up and get there before that prince."

Emily opens her eyes in shock.

"The prince? But isn't she supposed to be a Sheikh?"

"It's the same Emily!" Katherine is silent. "Well, I think it's been the same. The truth is… I heard perfectly how Mr. Mihair called our guest "Your Highness."

"f**k!!" She whispers with notable anguish. "I promise I'll get there sooner ... I'll take a detour."

"Take care, friend, we'll see you."

The call ends and effectively. When she sees the opportunity, Emily takes a detour and arrives at the large "WoodHouse Hotel" within fifteen minutes of ending the call.

She jumps out of the car and the parking lot receives the keys, which Emily throws at him.

"Good morning, Miss Rose."

"Good morning, Nathan!!"

She leaves her Audi with the parking lot and runs into the hotel in a hurry. The entire administrative team awaits her at reception, including Jason and Katherine, who jumped when she saw her.

"Until you finally arrive!!"

"Excuse me..." She murmurs agitated by the race.

Jason gives her a glass of water and Emily thanks him with remarkable fervor. When his breathing stabilizes, he asks:

"Please tell me your room is ready? Well, all the ones on the tenth floor."

"Yes darling. Everything is ready and impeccable as always, calm, only your presence was needed."

At that moment Emily sees one of the service workers carry a beautiful flower arrangement and then another with a tray full of chocolates and a basket of gifts for the new guest.

She runs up to this last employee and stops her.

"Excuse me, that flower arrangement, this tray and basket. Which room are you taking?"

"To the presidential suite, Miss Rose."

Emily turns and furious, looks at her colleagues.

"Wasn't everything supposed to be ready?"

"We always leave that last and you know it..." Jason whispers sadly.

"Nothing at all!" Emily turns and now speaks to her employee. "Give me that, Mrs. Clara, I'll take it myself."

"But Emily…" Katherine protests, rolling her eyes.

"Silence! I'll be right back."

She walks up to her friend with the tray of chocolate in her left hand and with the other she tosses her purse.

Not without first realizing that he carries his mp3 with him.

"Keep it in my office."

She turns around and also takes the basket with the presents from Mrs. Clara. Together with the other employee, she entered the elevator and in silence the two of them went up. In less than ten seconds, the modern elevator opens its doors on the 10th floor.

The maid with the flower arrangement exits the elevator first at Emily's request, and as she reaches the door of the presidential suite, another maid on duty exits.

"Thank you, Mrs. Marta, you can leave. I'll take care of the rest."

"Are you sure Miss Rose? I can do it…"

"Don't worry, I'll do it." She says with a smile on his lips.

Mrs. Marta carefully leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

Emily places the tray of chocolates and the gift basket on a fine wooden table and sitting on the edge of the bed she takes her mp3 player and her small wireless headphones out of her small pocket on her skirt.

Turn on the music at full volume and little by little, the voice of Canadian The Weeknd begins to invade your whole being with his beautiful song "High For This".

She loves her Canadian.

Emily begins to arrange the tray of chocolates on the table next to the flower arrangement and then finally, she takes the gift basket and places it carefully in the middle of the huge double bed.

When the song begins its second chorus, Emily's Favorite, the singer's voice gains strength and Emily, seduced by how much she loves the artist's voice and by the rhythmic melody, begins her swaying. His body moves to the beat of the melody and his voice also begins to gain strength, singing the song at the top of his lungs. To all passion.

«"Open your hand, have a glass

Don't be scared I'm here

Even though you don't

Trust me girl you gon 'want to be elevated

For this.

Take it off, you want it out

Cause I know how you feel

Alright girl i feel it too

Let it be, breathe

I swear i'm here We'll be fine, I promise you

We will be very good

Open your hand, have a glass

Don't be scared I'm here

Even though you don't

Trust me girl you gon 'want to be elevated For this

You gon 'want to be elevated for this You are going to want to be elevated for this…"»

Amir stubborn from the long journey of more than sixteen hours. He hardly speaks a word with the hotel's manager and associate administrators, who welcome him and his entire entourage alike at reception.

When he step into the elevator he eyes begin to close on their own. With his business briefcase in hand, he rushes out of it when it opens on the 10th floor.

When he reaches the door of the room, a female voice singing at the top of her lungs stops him.

"But what kind of parake is that?" He whispers in Arabic and frowns.

Mihair steps forward to open the bedroom door for him, but Amir stops him on the spot and takes the magnetic key from him.

"I got this." He wait sternly.

Amir raises his left hand in a signal for his security team to move away from the door as well. When he no longer feels them on his back, he opens it slowly and entering the room, he takes the surprise of the century.

His eyes almost pop out of their sockets when he sees the dancing monument in front of him.

The music slowly begins its descent and consequently, Emily ends her sensual dance routine.

When she opens his eyes and looks straight ahead, she could feel how his heart wanted to leave his chest. She opens her mouth and eyes at the same time, totally shocked.

"Oh, my God!" She whispers in a small voice.

For the first time, she is caught red-handed dancing in a sensual way and she is not a well-known person, but quite the opposite and to top it off, in the presidential suite of her hotel!

A host!

Heart attack!

"But what does this mean?" It's a joke?" The Arab in front of her whispers in a threatening voice and with a peculiar accent. "What are you doing in my supposed room?"

Emily takes off the small headphones and with shaking hands turns off her mp3.

This was the end of the world ... The apocalypse.

A nuclear bomb.

Sudden death.

And as the song says that just moments ago she sang and danced with passion, Emily would like to be drugged not to live this or this moment.

«Now if ... Swallow me dirt, please!»