SWEET, SWEET NIGHTMARE.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V The waves, unlike the turmoil in my being, are calm and peaceful. They slowly roll and crash; their white caps cresting over and plunging back into the water, displaying the beauty of the sea from the shoreline. I bury my bare feet deeper into the sand on the shoreline which is wet from the sea water. I take in a deep breath of the fresh salty air and sigh. As I had hoped, walking along the beach had successfully cleared my head, calmed my nerves somewhat, and reduced the tension which I still feel. After what I assume are hours of enjoying the serenity of the beach, I decide to return to my hotel room. In my right hand are my sandals and my left hand holds on to the shawl draped across my shoulders. The receptionist greets me with a smile as I make my way into the lobby and I return the gesture. On nearing the elevator, I realize its doors are closing and quickly wedge a foot between the doors to prevent it from completely getting shut. The elevator is occupied by a man whose unbelievably good looks catch me off guard but the glare he shoots at me tells me that he does not appreciate my company. I quickly utter an apology, make my way into the elevator and check what floor the elevator is headed to and thankfully, it is headed towards the same floor as I am. The silence in the elevator is so stifling, it causes my toes to wriggle in discomfort. Curiously, I take a look at the stranger behind me. His attention is directed towards the phone on his right hand which is busy with texting. His left hand, decorated with a Rolex watch sits in the pocket of his perfectly tailored suit pants. From the looks of it, he is a man of material substance and I seize the opportunity to gawk at him. As he starts to raise his head, I look away so fast, I think I give myself a whiplash. I can feel his eyes boring holes into my back so intensely, that I loudly sigh in relief once the elevator comes to a stop. I hurriedly exit the elevator, not minding that I might look undignified. My hotel room eases open with a satisfying beep as I swipe the key card across the lock. I dump my sandals and shawl on the floor as I make my way to the queen sized bed which I drop onto. My phone vibrates, notifying me of a new text message. As I reach for it on the bedside table, I mentally prepare myself for the barrage of messages that are sure to have bombarded my phone. 57 missed calls and 28 new messages from Dad. "Holy moly" I whisper in exclamation as I go through the messages. Where are you? We need to talk about this! You can't hide forever. Stop being a child, Danielle! Behave like the lady that you are. "Lady, my ass!" I scoff. Why should I listen to what he has to say when he won't listen to me? I drop my phone in annoyance not bothering to read the rest of the messages. I look around the hotel room, not quite knowing what to do. I have spent the past two days locked up in the room, neither seeing nor speaking to any one and living off of the junk and bottled water in the fridge. Deciding to make the most of my time at the resort, I pick up my make shift diary which is a souvenir jotter that I found alongside a pen inside one of the bedside drawers. The first five pages of the jotter are filled with my written thoughts which had been driven by my anger towards my father. I turn to a fresh page and write out the possible fun things to do at the resort using the hotel map as a guide. 1) Diving? Sounds fun. 2) Bungee jumping? Hell nah! I'm terrified of heights. 3) Swimming? Sure thing. 4) Beach lounging? Yasssss! 5) Clubbing? Definitely! I go through my haphazardly packed suitcase for an outfit. Unfortunately, because I had been in a rush to leave the house, I had picked only the pieces of clothing that were within arms length. At least now I know to be better prepared the next time I decide to run away from home. Taking out my wallet from my purse, I look through it and see that I have only a few hundred dollars in cash which is not enough to purchase the swimming suits and dresses I will need for my stay at the resort. The only other option I have is my credit card. I eye the card, contemplating whether to risk using it or not. I have seen several movies where people are tracked with their credit cards and I can not afford for my father to find me. I have taken a risk already by using the card to pay for flight tickets and the hotel room. After a few minutes of thinking, I conclude that I will have to risk using the card if I am to enjoy my getaway. I ring up the reception to get me a cab heading to the city. "Let's go clubbing" I say, ticking the option on the jotter. THE CLUB is packed tonight, the heat causes my dress to cling to my body like a second skin. The disco balls light up the dance floor in bright and flashy colors, and the dance floor is crowded with both couples and lone dancers moving in time with the beat of the music which blares from the overhead speakers. I throw back my shot of vodka, grimacing as I feel the liquid burning as it slides down my throat. I signal to the bartender to get me another glass. "This is your sixth shot" he says as he slides the glass across the table. "Are you stalking me or what?" I ask "Something like that" He smiles at me and I give him a flirtatious smile in return. He's good looking; not usually my type but there's no one that particularly catches my attention. I throw back my new shot of vodka and look around for the bartender, intending to further our interaction. I notice him attending to another person across from me. The new customer who is male and dressed in a blue tailored suit pikes my interest. His handsome side view makes me wonder how good looking his face is. As he sips his alcohol, I will him to look at me so I can see his face better. He looks around the club and finally his eyes land on me. His ethereal features make me catch my breath in awe. He seems familiar and I try to place where I must have seen him. I sift through my memories until I remember him as the guy from the elevator. He keeps staring at me and for some reason, I feel an intense connection as I stare back at him from across the room. Feeling tipsy and wreckless, I approach him, not once breaking eye contact, sit beside him, and greet him with a flirtatious smile. My plan to flirt with the bartender is long forgotten. "Hi" I greet "Hey" he greets back. His voice is so husky, it causes my heart to beat faster. I love his voice and decide to engage him in a conversation just to keep listening to it. "You remember me?' I ask. "Hmm" he replies, taking a gulp of his drink. "What are you having?" I ask him, tracing my fingers across his glass. "Rum and coke" he answers. He is still staring at me and his mesmerizing blue eyes feel like they are piercing my soul. "Big boy" I purr while boldly moving my index finger across the length of his hand. His eyes turn a shade darker as he looks at me. I run my tongue across my upper lip and watch as he gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing. The movement of his Adam's apple is so enticing, that I feel a pool of warmth between my legs. The influence of the alcohol causes me to be brazen. "Dance with me?" I ask him. I stand up slowly and walk towards the dance floor not waiting for his reply. At this moment, I congratulate myself for taking the risk of purchasing my outfit tonight. I have on a black strapless dress which enunciates my wide hips and backside and silver pumps which make my legs look longer than they are. My natural brunette waves are packed up in a simple hairdo framing my small face. From my ears, diamond earrings dangle, and clasped around my left wrist is a simple diamond bracelet. I know I look sexy and I feel even more sexy as I seem to be successful in my attempts to seduce this absolutely handsome stranger. The dance floor is dimly lit while slow and sensual music plays. I watch as he walks towards me, his gaze intensifying as I move my hips seductively, in time with the beat of the music. He pulls me close to him and places his hands on my hips while I wrap my arms around his neck, our intense staring starting all over. His eyes become hooded as I grind up on him and he breathes in sharply. Knowing I am pressing the right buttons makes me giddy. And maybe it's the sweltering heat in the club, or the alcohol messing with my head. Maybe it is the way his arms feel, wrapped around my waist, or the way he looks at me like I am a treat he can not wait to taste. Maybe it is the intensity of his gaze, or the way he makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the room. Maybe it's for one of these reasons that I lean towards his ear and whisper, "Let's go somewhere...private"