Love Of My Enemy

In The Elevator:Ariana Pov

I can’t believe I am coming back to New York because of my brother.

I am kind of regretting it. I should book a flight back to Asia, but the nostalgic feeling of where I grew up made me hesitate.

I love New York.

Not until I had to move around for work, and now I love Korea.

My work is basically all around the world since the people I work for have HQs everywhere.

The sun was blazing.

I get to spend the summer here again.

The last summer I spent here was three years ago, when I got lost by walking through the woods. Childish me, stalking around.

I got into my hotel room and pushed my luggage aside while opening the smaller one to bring out my face care products.

I went into the bathroom to take a shower.

I had just gotten to the hotel room, so I was going to go to bed early.

I poured the shower gel on my head as I slowly massaged my scalp, also washing my face.

I turned on the shower, but within a minute of waiting for water to touch my head, I knew the shower was spoiled.

I hit the wall, knowing fully well that it would yield nothing.

I was so done for.

What would I do when soap was covering my sight?

Damn it.

I paid this damn hotel for extra service, and this is what I get.

I’m getting every f*****g buck I spent back.

I yelled, stepping out of the shower with my eyes closed.

I put my clothes back on.

I came out of the room.

I walked down the hall, touching the walls until I found the elevator and, thank goodness, I finally did.

I searched for the button and opened my already red eyes.

The elevator opened, and I knew no one was inside to see this disgrace.

If anyone was there, they would have stopped me, right?

Or perhaps come out and ask why I was closing my eyes, even if my clothes rubbed off the foam from my face.

The ones on my hair were pleading to be noticed.

I stepped in, mumbling a curse as the elevator doors shut.

I do not know why I felt it and smelled something familiar, but I was being delusional.

There was no way he was right beside me, staring at me like this.

“I do not actually think wearing clothes the other way around while closing your eyes is the trend these days.”

I heard the voice and jumped to my feet, colliding with the wall.

Wait, not the wall.

It was warm.

And it smelled so good.

I immediately pulled myself away from the man’s chest.

“It’s not a trend, and I didn’t know I was wearing it like that,” I protested, raising my chin without being able to see.

“You should have opened your eyes then,” he said.

“Why would I close my eyes if I could keep them open?” I protested.

“The shower in my room isn’t working, so I was going to get the manager.”

“Go back to your room,” he replied, suddenly annoyed.

“Why would I? I need to have my bath,” I said, annoyed by his tone.

“I’ll get the manager myself,” he replied, and I felt him press the button, probably the number back to my floor.

“No, I wouldn’t want to stress you,” I said, holding his wrist, which I immediately regretted because I felt his eyes on me.

“Okay, I’ll go back to my room,” I said, feeling embarrassed.

“Good thinking,” he replied, straightening up.

I got back to my room and sat on my bed, waiting for someone to come knock on my door.

And the fixer came.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am, but you won’t be able to stay here tonight. The shower will be fixed tomorrow,” he said.

“So where should I go?” I asked.

“I’ll take you to the floor above,” the receptionist said.

“Okay, let’s go. I want a suite exactly like this,” I replied.

“I would love to, ma’am, but our CEO ordered us to compensate you for walking around with soap in your eyes.”

“Your CEO? How did he know?” I asked, shocked.

“Well, you must be shocked, but Mr. Killan sees most of everything that happens in this hotel.”

He sounded like a gossip.

“Whatever, let’s go,” I said, finally able to open my eyes and see the attendant.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, taking the lead.

We got to the suite after nearly walking down a corridor that looked like an aisle and smelled like chocolate.

I knew this was for the rich.

And I’m not.

Also not poor either.

“So ma’am, here we are. Your suite,” he said, looking around.

He seemed overwhelmed.

“Also… haven’t you been here before?” I had to ask.

“I had six years ago when it was still part of the public suites.”

“What do you mean public suite?” I asked.

“The old manager sold it off to Mr. Killan, who is now the CEO. Mr. Killan renovated everywhere, making it all fancy, and he turned this place into a private suite, like for company members after meetings or maybe friends and family.”

Probably family.

He doesn’t have friends.

The attendant rambled, laughing.

I don’t know why this Killan feels like someone I should know, I thought.

“Okay, thanks. You can go. I’ll thank the CEO tomorrow and have me transferred back to my room.”

“Yeah, sure. Good night, miss,” he said as he left.

“That’s one hell of a talker,” I said, falling onto the bed and then jumping in surprise at its coziness.

This CEO guy must be extremely rich.

I mean, who just gives out a VVIP luxurious suite to a complete stranger?

I must be very lucky, I suppose.

I smiled, lying on the bed, but my subconscious yelled at me.

Go take a bath already.

No, I can’t.

I’ll just fall asleep in the bathtub, and I’ve got work tomorrow.

“Good night,” I said to myself as I dozed off.

I was wandering through the woods.

I used to go there every Sunday, but I knew today wasn’t an escape day as I got pinned to a tree by a powerful and handsome man.