Reclaimed Fate

Room 2008

SARA’S POV

Raymond and I left for the White-more Manhattan, a hotel just opposite the club, the walk there was a quiet one. My heel clicked against the sidewalk while he’s steps were noise-free.

The White-more is a luxurious and impersonal hotel, tucked on 52nd; its lobby was all black marble, low gold lighting, and zero noise, the kind of quiet that makes you hear your own breathing if loud.

“Which room is available?” Raymond asked while holding my hand, his grip was firm but not tight.

“2008, 3000, and 21.” The receptionist replied calmly.

Raymond turned to me, no words; “Give us the best.”

“You have two options, 21 or 2008. The bed is large enough for four people.” Her voice came out soft and low.

“2008 it is.”

“Alright. Your ID please.”

Raymond handed her his ID, she scanned it, her eyes flicked to me then the screen, and she let out a cold smile that made me uncomfortable.

“Card or transfer.”

“Card,” Raymond said.

She swiped the card and $100 was debited from Raymond’s account.

“Do you need any orders?” She said handing him our room card.

“Just bring us a strong wine, two glasses,” I replied.

“Alright, it will be there in less than five, your room is on the 10th floor.”

We got into the elevator, Raymond pressed 10 and no one said a word, just glances then looking away. The number climbed slowly, 3…4…5…. I turned to the gold door, watching his reflection from there instead of staring at him. The elevator count moved from 6 to 7, my heart dropped, out in out I began breathing. His cologne was of cedar and something cold, my heart began racing at some point.

The elevator stopped, I stepped out first then Raymond followed, the hallway was carpeted and silent, we got to the room and my eyes scanned everywhere.

The room had wall-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Hudson. It’s wall was of cream, the floors looked like cool stone, the king-size bed had hotel white sheets that smelled like cedar, and the bed was sprayed with red petals. It had a mini bar stocked with water and drinks, the bathroom was made of chrome and rain glass, this is the perfect place to escape my reality.

I sat on the couch placing my bag on the bed, Raymond sat at the other end of the couch, far enough from me but close enough to feel tense. My phone rang jolting me off my thought.

“Heyyyy!” Maya screamed.

“Girl you are gonna give me a heart attack if you don’t stop this.” We laughed over the phone, quieter than we used to.

“Where are you?”

“Somewhere obviously.”

“I see, but you’re the one who didn’t want to come out.”

“Get to the point Maya.”

“I have nothing to say, stay safe. If they ask, you slept over at mine, muah.”

I hung up my chest felt tight. I excused myself to the bathroom. Locked the door and sent Maya my live location, “If anything happens my blood is on you.” I smiled then sent the message, stared at myself in the mirror while admiring my beauty, washed my hands and cleaned with a tissue, came back to the couch, and said nothing.

Raymond broke the silence after what seemed like forever.

“Are you always this quiet?” Ray asked.

“Not really, I just don’t know what to say.”

“Okay.”

He said then walked over to the mini bar, took out two bottles of water, and left $40 cash on the shelf;

“They take cash?” I asked.

“There’s no code to transfer for the mini bar, they’d check when checking out, if they want transfer I’d take my cash back.”

He came back and sat down.

“So why were you not dancing? You can’t dance?”

“I’m a dancer, I taught Maya how to dance literally,” I said and giggled despite myself.

“Then why did you stand still?”

“I’m not just in the mood today, I came out because she wouldn’t let me stay home and spiral”

“Such a nice friend you have.”

“Yeah right? I know and I’m truly blessed to have her.”

A knock on the door, Raymond went to the door.

“Any problem?”

“Room service, you ordered wine.”

He opened the door, she wheeled in the wine and glass on a service trolley, then left. Raymond took the wine and glasses off the trolley, handed me one and kept one for himself. He opened the wine with a soft pop, poured me a glass then himself.

I was on the third glass, then the fourth he held my hand, his warm hands wrapped around mine.

“Whatever is going through your head, don’t let it make you a drunk.”

“I take more than this when I’m out with Maya.”

“This wine is a strong one.”

“Let’s do a competition.”

“Which competition?”

“First to give up on drinking.”

“Okay, and if you lose?”

“I’d add you on WeChat.”

“Okay, I’m in.”

We went on round one, two, three, the wine began burning down. Round ten my head was light, round twenty then lost count. We refused to give up till the wine finished, the bottle was dead, my tongue felt thick, I was feeling a bit tipsy not drunk, loose enough to be myself.

I grabbed his tie, fell on the bed, and dragged him down with me, the petals crushed on us, our lips brushed. I stared at his pink lips, no words, he tried to pull out but I pulled him back.

“You are drunk.”

“I’m not,” I replied. “A lot is going through my mind, and if you won’t help me clear it I’d look for someone else.” I moved him aside and left for the door.

He dragged me back, rolling me to himself then on the bed, and pinned me, “Don’t regret this later.” He said then brushed his lips against mine, then began kissing. He kissed me from my neck down to my stomach and back to my neck, taking his time to caress my body.

I pulled his pants down slowly, leaving him with his inner shorts, I slid my hands into his shorts grabbing his c**k while rolling my hands on it.

He used his hands to trace my thighs making me yearn for him. He took two minutes to trace my thigh with his finger in a slow snake motion.

“f**k me.”

I begged him, he smiled, exactly what he wanted. His hands left my thigh to my vulva shifting my panties then into my p***y, in and out he did slowly with his hands, I pressed my thighs together in satisfactory to what he was doing.

He pulled down my panties, feeling my wetness. “Rayyy, fuck..” I moaned loudly.

“f**k me.”

I begged him before sliding his c**k slowly into my p***y using his left hand to hold my hands down on his bed and his right hand on my neck.

After hours of pleasure, we slept off, I woke up almost immediately, sat on the bed while tracing my hands on his face, walked to the door, turned to take a glance at him again before walking out the door.