The Tourist

The Tourist

Chapter 17

Miguel left and I was left out of my mind, I honestly underestimated him he has a package for days and knows how to put it to good use Goddamn I’m sprung I slept and woke up the next day and had a long shower thinking about my date with Mark, now I know how it looks but I’m not promiscuous I just don’t have a boyfriend yet and technically I’m still exploring my adventure and being a tourist doesn’t necessarily mean I can’t have fun while doing it, I mean come on I’m in Hollywood for crying out loud

I wore a black skinny jean all my booty out for the world to see and I paired it with a red lace long sleeve crop top with a black leather jacket with black boots, let my hair open applied minimum makeup with red lipstick, Goddamn I look badass I took my clutch bag making sure my room card, cash, lipstick any my phone were in there I sprayed my Chanel perfume and left to the restaurant

Waiter: “Table for one?”

“Yes please, by the window at the corner please”

I looked at the menu but I already knew what I wanted

“Glad to see you made it” I looked up and Mark with all he’s glory blue jean, white t-shirt and black leather jacket with yeezy boots with his charming smile “Oh Lord take me now”

“Mark”

“What would the gorgeous badass looking Vanessa like today?”

“You” my mind screamed. “Uhm glad to know you still remember my name, same as yesterday including 2 slices of tomato and cheese with a latter I’d like the fruit salad with Ice Cream for my mini dessert”

“Yes, ma’am, how can I forget a gem such as yourself would that be all?”

“Ofcos Thank you” I gave him my seductive smile and he walked away, 5 minute later he returned with my breakfast and I devoured it thinking nothing else but bliss

“Your dessert my lady”

“You really are stalking me aren’t you?”

“I don’t want you slipping out of my fingers, you are God’s gift to humanity”

I laughed so hard, never heard that before “Yeah yeah whatever, I’ll be done in a minute then we can leave the waitresses here want to murder me already”

“Don’t mind them, after all we are looking almost like a couple with matching outfits”

I blushed and he walked away

We left the restaurant towards 11 Mark opened the door to his car for me he drove a grey mustang we drove around while he was showing me places I haven’t seen before in Beverly Hills we went to his house in the upper class neighborhood by the gates there were guards with guns I figured his family are important people in the society considering the mansion in front of my eyes, state of the art with cars lined up on the porch, I felt so out of place

“This is my home I stay with my friend Keith who works at the restaurant come out”

We stepped inside the house I didn’t look around I didn’t want to seem star struck in all honesty which I was, he introduced me to he’s made Lola who is Spanish and took me on a tour of the house which is 16 rooms, including the gym, the game room, 2 basements, ballroom, the study they have a very spacious pool not compared to the one Brandon has, we finally went to his room which has a huge lounge, bedroom that looks like a 2 bedroom but not a beautiful view in the balcony, 2 walk in closets

“So what you think?”

“I think you live like a king if not better, the only thing missing is your second in command”

“Why Thank You Princess, Keith is my second in command”

“Oh”

“Let’s go to play some pool so we kill time before going for lunch, better yet let me kick your ass in bowling”

“Yeah whatever let’s go”

We went to the bowling room and Mark helped me with my shoes “You’re really beautiful Vanessa” he said and I just blushed

“Thank you” he looked at me and he touched my cheeks “oh boy” I know that look we were stuck in the moment looking into each other’s eyes a voice broke the moment

“Mark baby here you are I’ve been looking for you”

A girl probably my age wearing a short denim skirt with a blue crop top walked to us and she kissed Mark right on the lips in front of me, I was shocked nor sad I didn’t expect an Adonis like him to be single she turned and looked at me and said “Who’s your new friend Marky?”

“Oh I was just leaving”, I took off the shoes I had on for bowling and put back on my black boot and walked out to Marks room and took my bag and left, I saw Lola downstairs and said my goodbyes.

I walked out of the gates I don’t know whether to go left or right I just need to be in the right spot or distance to call the cab, I started walking and asking myself why am I here again? Due to my absent mind I didn’t hear the car behind me or him calling my name until he grabbed me

“Jesus, why you ignoring me?”

“I didn’t hear you sorry” I resumed my walking, he grabbed my arm again

“Please get in the car”

“I’m not looking for trouble Mark, I just want to go back to the hotel”

Another car came and parked in front of us and the lady stepped out

“Jesus Mark, you can’t be serious you left me for her?”

“Not now Cloe, you and I are over so I don’t know why you’re making a big deal of who I’m seeing?”

“Since when do you go for black girls?”

“Oh is this really what this about cause of her skin color? Then you’re dumber than I thought, now leave before I use my gun on you”

“Unbelievable!” she huffed and got in her car and drove away

“Please get in the car so we can talk….. please Vanessa”

Reluctantly I got in the car and we drove through the beach area, we parked the car and there was a gang sitting by the steps

“Ey Maco” they all shouted and conversed in deeper Spanish I didn’t understand

“Lovely lady you have with you sicario”

“Sicario?” I thought wait a minute I’ve watched a lifetime of movies to know a sicario is a hitman, breathe Vanessa just breathe

“Her name is Vanessa, Vanessa come let’s go”

We went inside the restaurant it looked like a family restaurant and half the people knew Mark in this place, we went to the top floor which shows a view and set at the corner table but still able to see everything, a blond waitress with a nose ring and little to nothing of clothing came to our table

“The usual playboy?”

She asked Mark and didn’t even acknowledge me, is it that hard being black in America or these bitches are just plain rude!

“Hi Veronica, please keep your hands to yourself and I’ll have whatever my date is having”

“What would you like miss?”

“Well done steak with salad and fries and coke please”

“That would be 15min”

“Sure” I said “So, what is it that you said we were going to talk about Marky?”