Blake Coster
“How?!” She looked at me with her eyes widen as I walked into her hotel room.
“I can do anything to get what I want, Jean.” I said and she shut the door.
“I’m tired, Blake. I didn’t get much sleep these days.” She walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Sound of the water running got into my ears. She must be showering now, I looked at the package that I brought for her. I put it on her bed.
I sat on the sofa beside the bed, waiting for her to come out. Then, I laid on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Next week, I’m going to get married with Jean and then I’m going to take her on a honeymoon.
Where should I take her? Maldives? Bali? Europe? Bora-bora? Bali? Greece?
Suddenly my phone rang, I quickly sat up and took the call while seeing the beach view from the window.
