Jaime

Anticipation

There was no schedule for the day, and that meant only one thing for Jaime,she could finally spend time at Frank’s apartment in the hotel. A quiet smile curved her lips as she dialed Karl’s number.

“There’s no schedule today, so I’m going to Frank’s place,” she said, her tone casual though her heart beat with a secret thrill.

“Okay, dear. Have a splendid day. I’m off to work and won’t be free till later. I’ll call you,” Karl replied warmly. Jaime ended the call quickly, guilt brushing her chest, but excitement was stronger.

The city air felt alive as she rushed to the supermarket. She moved briskly through the aisles, her thoughts racing faster than her steps. Every item she picked felt like part of a secret ritual. When she was done, she made her way to a nearby mall.

Under the soft glow of the boutique lights, Jaime ran her fingers over fabrics, searching for something bold yet graceful. When she finally found the dress, she satisfied ,she stepped out of the mall with satisfaction.

The charming man glanced at the red clock,9 o’clock sharp. A faint smirk crossed his face as he turned to his side, releasing the two women sprawled helplessly across the bed. Their bodies lay motionless in the heavy silence of the hotel room, curtains drawn against the morning light.

With a sharp motion, he tapped Daisy. She stirred at once, startled, her eyes cloudy with fatigue.

“Good morning, sir,” she whispered in a pale, trembling tone.

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he tossed her clothes toward her, the fabric landing in a heap at her feet, followed by a bundle of cash. Daisy hurriedly dressed, her hands fumbling, her mind torn between relief and shame. She slipped the thick wad of money into her bag, her heart thudding as though each note carried the weight of her choices.

Without a word, she made her way to the door, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. Behind her, her companion remained motionless, still tangled in the sheets, as if the night had drained all strength from her. Daisy’s glance lingered for a moment, but she turned away, closing the door on the heavy silence of t

he room.

I really loved you… but I don’t know what you’ve turned yourself into.” The charming man’s voice was low, almost bitter, as his eyes lingered on the body lying beside him.

The figure shifted suddenly. Nelly rolled over, startled to see him awake. Her voice came out weak and breathless.

“Good morning, sir…”

“Pick up your dress, Nelly!” he barked, his tone sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence. She rose shakily, moving toward her clothes as he tossed a bundle of money onto them. The notes scattered slightly on the floor, the sound as loud as judgment.

She dressed quickly, each movement heavy with shame and fatigue. As she reached the door, his voice stopped her.

“Hold on… Nel.”

She froze, turning toward him with a pale, hollow face. Her eyes met his, searching for a trace of softness, but all she found was detachment.

“You look weak,” he said quietly, almost as though the words were an afterthought. Then, with finality:

“Bye.”

Nelly stood for a breath too long, her chest tight, before she turned and slipped out of the room. He did not watch her leave; his gaze was fixed elsewhere, distant, as though her presence had already dissolved into memory.

The sun hovered low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of amber and crimson as Jaime prepared to leave for Doctor Frank’s hotel. The golden light spilled across her room, highlighting the quiet determination on her face.

Her phone buzzed. It was a video call from Karl.

“Woah… you look so alluring,” she said with a smile, her voice warm through the screen.

“Thanks, Karl. I’m off already,” Jaime replied flatly, her tone stripped of emotion. Before she could say more, she ended the call.

She slipped her phone into her purse, her face unreadable, and stepped outside. The evening breeze brushed against her skin as she hailed a taxi. Sliding into the back seat, she exhaled deeply, the city lights beginning to flicker alive around her as the car carried her toward the hotel.

“Such a view… Doctor Frank really deals in quality,” Jaime thought as she stepped into the grand hotel lobby. The polished marble floors gleamed under the warm lights, and the faint scent of luxury filled the air.

“Girl, you look good,” a young man’s voice broke her thoughts.

Caught off guard, Jaime froze for a moment, then turned toward him with an uneasy glance.

“Your name, please,” he added, his tone casual but curious.

“Thanks… I’m Jaime,” she replied, shifting slightly, her discomfort visible in the faint tightness of her smile.

“And who did you come to see?” the man asked, eyes narrowing with playful suspicion.

“I have a meeting with my boss,” Jaime responded quickly, forcing a polite smile though her nerves pricked beneath her calm surface.

“Alright then. Have a good time,” the young man said with a light wave, stepping aside.

Jaime nodded faintly, her lips curving into the smallest of smiles as she moved past him, her heels clicking against the shining floor.

“Good day, miss,” the receptionist greeted warmly as Jaime approached the desk.

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Jaime replied politely, her voice soft but steady.

“I guess you’re here to see him,” the young woman said with a knowing smile. “He resides in room 005. And by the way, you look beautiful. He’s already waiting,don’t keep him waiting.”

Jaime’s lips curved into a faint smile, but her mind clouded with uncertainty. Room 005? she thought. Or was it room 205 he said? The numbers tangled in her head, making her wonder if she had misread.

She hid her hesitation with a polite nod. “Thank you,” she said, her voice calm though her thoughts swirled.

Clutching her bag a little tighter, Jaime walked away from the desk. The soft hum of the lobby followed her as she made her way down the corridor, her heels echoing against the polished tiles. Each step carried a mix of anticipation and doubt as she headed toward

the room.