Once a Bully, Now my Lover

Once. Bully, Now my Lover

First Person's Perspective

~Jelanie~

**Nine Years Later**

“Hi, Lanie,” my personal assistant Neil greeted me as I stepped out of my home, the sun barely cresting the horizon.

“Neil, how are you today?” I asked, smoothing the front of my coat as the brisk morning air wrapped around me.

“Very well, thank you.” He opened the car door, and I slid inside, settling into the plush seat.

The past nine years had been a whirlwind mix of drama, emotion, and more highs than I ever imagined. I was living the life, my dream life. World tours, sold-out concerts, and fans who knew every lyric I ever wrote. Everyone knew me for my exceptional singing abilities. Both young and old. Life had become everything I wanted it to be. And today, I was off to Canada for another tour. Just thinking about it made me grin. The thrill of performing, the energy of the crowds—I never grew tired of it.

Hours later, I touched down in Toronto. It was late when we arrived, the airport nearly deserted, the air was cool, with a hint of winter creeping in. I was exhausted to my bones after the long flight; all I wanted was a hot bath and a bed to crash into. My team got me through check-in swiftly, and before I knew it, I was in the elevator heading up to my hotel suite.

When I reached my room, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, already picturing myself slipping into sleep. But as I walked in, the sight I was met with had me frozen to a spot

A man was there, standing by the window, looking out over the city lights like he owned the place. He had a glass of alcohol, I presume in his hand, but I couldn't see his face

“Um... hello?” I called out, my voice breaking the silence, making sure to stretch out my confusion. At the sound, he turned around, clearly startled by my presence. His brow quirked as he gave me a quick once over

"From the overly and unnecessarily shimmering dress, I take it that you're not a staff here?" It was meant to be a question, but I found it very rude and disrespectful. Not only was he in my hotel suite, but he was leaving nasty comments on my dress? That gave me the ick immediately. But, I didn't have the energy for any drama. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, So I simply smiled — one that didn't reach my eyes — "Well, that's a good observation there mister. I am not a staff, this is in fact my suite. I don't know why you're here, but I would be very grateful if you leave and let me have a good night's rest" I said, still fake smiling

He chuckled. "What are you? Insane?" He asked and my eyes Widened. Look at me trying to be nice and he was being a total jackass

"No. I should be asking you that. What type of a psycho, sneaks into a lady's hotel room like it's nothing?" I snapped. The pitch of my voice slowly rising. I needed to call security immediately. Who knows, he could be some sick fan, trying to be mischievous

"Sneak into your hotel room? What the hell are you talking about? I paid for this suite with my own money" what? This man is a real psycho. And to think that I even found him attractive at first glance? Eww!

"You know what? I don't have time for this. I'm calling security" I said and he just stared at me like I was the crazy one. "Well you do that. I need them to explain to me why some random lady can just walk in here and unlock my door. I mean, I know I'm every lady's dream man, but geez! You don't have to be so desperate and act like a crazy lady" And that's when I saw red. Did he just insinuate that I was trying to sell myself to him?

I was literally spitting fire at this point, but he remained calm and collected. And it just felt familiar, in a bad way.

"I mean, the least you could do was ask and I would have considered since you don't actually look bad" And I lost it. I charge towards him so fast, I didn't even know I had such speed in me. My palm collided with his cheeks, leaving a resounding echo in the walls. "You i***t" I said in a very disgusted tone. His hand instinctively flew to his cheeks as he stared at me in what? Surprise? Anger? Amusement?

I couldn't really tell. There was silence for a while and he broke it by laughing shortly. "You did not just hit me," he said. Maybe it was a way to console himself and keep his acts together, but I wasn't thinking. I was too pissed to realize that I had just slapped a man who was twice as big as I was in a room with just the two of us. He could literally kill me and run away

"I did, and would do it again, if you ever refer to me in the manner that you did. Now get the f**k out of my room before I call the cops on you" I retorted.

"Miss, you're getting on my last nerve. You should leave right now before I do what I hate to do the most" he said. Then I knew he was never going to leave. Whatever it is, he wanted. He sure as hell would not let it go. So I rushed out of the room. Down to the receptionist to rant. I needed them to chase that man away immediately

"There is a man in my room" I said to the receptionist and he gave me a look. The kind that showed that he didn't think I was saying something reasonable

"Are you going to just stare at me or will you do something? There is a man in my room and he would not leave no matter what I say" I said again. After a little back and forth, the rude jerk agreed to come down to the reception room. Apparently, it was a stupid mistake from the hotel's part

They had "mistakenly" bunny ears, given us the same suite

"Well, change it immediately. I've had a really long day and I am so exhausted. I feel like I'm going to pass out any moment" I demanded. Neil, my assistant, was by my side by now. Trying to assist me into standing properly

"Um... Ma'am. I'm really sorry, but there are no others available at the moment. We... We.... " Do you know what I felt like doing to that man? I wanted to strangle him

"What kind of a hotel is this? I need to speak to the manager immediately" I demanded and within seconds, a man within the age of forty five to fifty scurried in

"Ms Lanie. I hear you've got a problem" he said in a cool and professional tone. I scrunched up my face , showing my dissatisfaction and then explained the situation to him but he gave me the same response, there was nothing they could do. And since this jerk was the first to occupy the room, I was the one who was left with nothing

"Neil, pack my bags, we're leaving" I said but my assistant didn't think it was a good idea. "It's really late now, Lanie. I don't think it would be safe out there" he cautioned

"Well, what would you rather have me do? They have no suite that I can stay the night. What should I do?" I asked in a frustrated tone "You could stay the night in the young man's room" The audacity to make such a suggestion even when it was their fault was alarming. Literal flames were bursting out of my ears and head. This was definitely not how I wanted this tour to start.

"I don't mind. But I would not be sleeping on the couch" Mr Asshole said and walked away. Having no other option, I had to do the craziest thing ever. Spend the night in the same room with some creepy ass stranger

And trust me when I say this, the going does not get any better from here