chapter 9
1232 Words
Lana POV
The journey to the hotel was amazing, I got to see the beautiful city, and we also drove along the coast line, and the place is amazing, there is a lot of shops and theme parks here. There was a lot of people down at the beach when we were driving. People were on their boats and jet skis in the water. Thinking about it now, I am glad I didn’t miss this trip.
We all get checked into our rooms and lucky for me, no one wanted to be with me, so I got a whole room to myself.
I took the elevator and pressed level 50. There were only 51 levels. And the receptionist said that level 51 is a massive sky lounge that is owned by someone naked Sir Nicolas.
I reach level 50 and I turn to the right and my room is 5010, it is the furthest room from the lift.
I don’t know yet if I should be happy or sad about it.
I carry my handbag and walk slowly towards my room. I swipe my room card, and as soon as I step inside, I am hit with how beautiful my room is. As I wake inside, I am hit but a big lounge that would accommodate up to 10 people, on the right of the lounge, I have white marble kitchen. Everything in the kitchen is white. Even the stove.
And straight behind the lounge, I have big glass window, that basically covers the entire room. I gently walk towards the window, and on the right side, it is the view of the ocean and on the left side, it is the view of the city. I stand there for couple minutes mesmerising the view before I wake back and on the left side of the lounge, there is a door that leads into my bedroom. The bedroom was bigger then my whole house back in California. Everything is white and very clean. I have a king size bed, with bunch of nude and white colour pillows. And on the ceiling, II have a mirror. I don’t know why anyone would have a mirror in the ceiling but oh well. And on the left of the room, I had a glass window that would show the view of the city and behind me, I had big 3 door closet, and the door for the closet was mirrors.
I was already loving my room. And next to the closet I had my bathroom. It was luxury type bathroom. Open showers and a big marble jacuzzi and beautiful LED dressing table with bench of free toiletries.
I unload my luggage and just as I am about to go into the shower, Mr Brian sends a text to all the group.
(Hi everyone, today we won’t be doing much, our job search starts tomorrow, so feel free to go down to the beach or the city to explore. Enjoy your night and don’t cause trouble)
Everyone else replies saying they will go down to the beach, I don’t want to go, since I didn’t bring any swimsuit. And plus, I don’t have anyone who would want to swim with me, so I’m better off staying in my room. I take off my cloths and go inside the shower. And surprisingly, there is hot water here. Normally I have to shower under cold water at home. Dan doesn’t allow me, he says the bill will be a lot of I use warm water.
But here I have warm water until my heart feels warm again.
I take a long bath in the jacuzzi and after an hour, I leave my room and get changed into a plane white shirt and white jeans.
I take my phone and my shoulder bag, I put my room card and my money inside and go down to reception.
I reach the reception and there was a lovely lady standing there, she had a tight black skirt with skinny black top, and a white scarf around her neck.
“Hey, would you be able to tell me where I can find a paint supply shop around here?”, I asked her nicely.
“Oh, hey lovely, Um,, let me see.”, “I think we have a small art shop just outside the building on the left, it is not a big store, but they do have few art supplies”, she said nicely.
“Thank you,” I said to her before I headed off.
I came across this tiny art shop that was owned by this old married couple. They were lovely. I bought a big plain canvas and few paints. I took the supplies and headed back to my room.
Once I was in the room, I set up my art space, and I looked out the window to paint the view. But my mind kept going to the guy who I met in the plane.
And without any more thought, I just started painting what I could remember from him.
My canvas was quite big so, it took a lot of paint. I closed my eyes and just imagined his face again, his tattoo on his arm, and his smell. I wanted to show how he felt through my painting, so I was really feeling the feeling that he gave me.
As ai started recalling, I felt amazing, his arms around me. His sweet rose and honey smell. I smiled to myself as I thought of how I hide myself in his arm.
I opened my eyes, and I knew exactly what I wanted to paint. I started painting, after about 6 hours I was almost done. There were still few touch ups, but I was done.
I looked at the time and it was almost 11pm. And I hadn’t even had my dinner yet. I must’ve been so lost in painting that I did not realise that I lost track of time.
I put my paint brush down and go inside the bathroom to clean up. Once I clean up. I get a knock on my door. I gently walk up to my door, and look through the camera, to find one of the chefs with a tray of food.
I quickly open the door, and it was a handsome guy with a chef uniform. And he had a big tray of food.
“Hello mam, I have bought you some food, since we did not see you downstairs for dinner”, he says politely and brings in the tray.
Once he puts down all the food on the table for me, he looks at me and says again, “I hope you enjoy your meal, I am not aware of your preferences, but if you need something in particular, then let me know, I shell prepare it”.
“This is more then enough, Thank you. And I am sure everything here will be great, I don’t have any preference, so feel free to surprise me”, I say to him with a small smile on my face.
He gives me a nod and leaves.
I look at the meal, and he has made, Pasta, with some chicken wings. There is different types of side dishes and two different type of drink.
I smile and dig into my food.
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