CHAPTER 08: HOTEL IN THE HILLS
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Dylan's POV
"How? What? How could you give an amount of money this large?" she asked, her high-pitched voice filling the inside of the car. "I can't take this. No, I can't."
"Are you sure?" I kept my eyes fixed on the windscreen, watching as I should while steering, one hand stretched to the other seat.
"Yes, I know, I am pretty sure. There is no way I can accept a gift like this. How did I even deserve a thing like this?"
"Well, things like that are what anybody who I intend making my wife should be expecting. It really is not much. I am giving you this for no other reason than that we had a deal between ourselves."
She fell silent. I watched her through the internal mirror as her eyes scanned the card. I wondered if she thought it was fake. I really did not think it mattered anyway. All I wanted from her, was her keeping her own side of the deal. There was nothing much after that.
"Okay," she said finally. "I'll take it. But just so you know, if I happen to change my mind this evening, you'll take it, and I won't have to pay for any refunds, no matter the amount I must have spent. Deal?"
I was quiet. I acted as though I had a problem with what she had said to see her reaction.
"I am really asking here. Deal or no deal?" She ran her fingers through her hair as a way to show just how frustrated she was with my behavior.
I laughed. "Well, deal."
"You have been driving for so long, where exactly are you taking me to?"
She asked a lot of questions, that much I could observe about her character. Well, it was typical of someone who had the mental capacity to understand the situation she was in. And it told me she really was not just some money-gargling slut. She was different at least from what I could see and judge about her.
"You have to relax. I am not trying to kidnap you. The driving is taking really long because someone asked me to take her to a hotel instead. My house was just close by a little distance away. Now I have to take you all the way to Bel Air. My friend has a hotel over there. He is really the only one I can trust."
I was expecting another question right from the bat, and truly she did not disappoint me.
"Why don't you trust other people?" she asked almost immediately, her green eyes lightened up from the view of the mirror.
"I knew you would ask that." I almost let out some laughter. At this point, I could predict her actions. "Well let us say that a person as rich as I am, did not get to where he was by trusting everyone. And before you try asking any more questions, just know that I will not be answering any more of your questions. I am being serious here."
I watched her struggle to keep quiet. Her eyes look back and forth from the mirror. There was peace and quiet for the entire time we drove to Bel Air where my friend's hotel was. The Golden Rose. It was just by the side of the road leading into the river prestigious Bel-Air, and might I say, it was a worthy front door to the place.
Behind gates that were made up of pure gold, stood a fine edifice of technological and artistic marvel. No, it was not made out of gold. Its walls were made out of what seemed like pebbles, shining ones, germs that were so rare that it often caused such trouble in my mind to actually decide how he actually got them so many.
I could see Allison behind the car, her lips unable to shut as she was filled with wonder for the beauty of the hotel. I could not even blame her, it was the most rational reaction one would have to such a beauty.
A security man dressed in a suit came towards the gate as we got closer. It opened up automatically. The security guard knew who I was and stood right beside the car. I opened the window to talk to him.
"Tell your boss I am here to see him." I put my finger into my pocket, brought out a few dollar notes, and tipped him. He nodded.
There was an earphone connected to his ear. He spoke to it while I waited for my friend to come outside.
Soon, a chubby man wearing expensive animal fur around his expansive body came marching out. There were women wearing bikinis coming out with him, each of them frolicking and flirting with him as though battling for his attention.
"Ha, Dylan. What brings you here today?" He asked, raising the bottle of Champaign in his hand.
I opened the door came out of the car, and then gave him a hug. The women around him winked at me but I acted as though they did not exist.
Allison came out of the car, and his eyes got lost on her body.
"Oulala," he said, biting his lower lip. "Dylan. You bad boy. Why did you not tell me? You were coming over to spend the night with your woman? You have really great taste, she is beautiful. Hey, what is your name, your beauty."
Allison was shy. She could not utter a word. I decide to intercede on her behalf.
"Her name is Allison, Freddy. She needs to spend a night in your hotel, not me. I can sleep in a different room since it is so late in the night."
"Oh, you're telling me you're not together?" Freddy raised an eyebrow, biting his lip again. The woman around tapped on his shoulder, jealous. I did not give him a reply.
"Oh, I am sorry, my ladies," he began. "I just couldn't help myself. Don't worry I am not leaving you too."
I stared at Allison who looked so reserved, as she hadn't said a word since she was in the car.
"Hey, go get yourself a room inside," I said. "I'll check on you later."
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