A Futile Revenge

SHADE'S POV

I stood in front of LA VIE GRAND HOTEL. The infamous New York Times once described it as 'A beauty that could steal your soul'.

But I couldn't even keep my mind on it. Maybe it's because all I could think of was Sex.

My sultry imaginations driftimg off to what might happen tonight and the sensation between my legs got worse.

What would I do when he slips his hands under my skirt? What if he wants to watch me stripe down first?

My cheeks flushed.

What if he wants to lick my cunt first? More importantly, if he pulls down his pants, will I scream if he turns out to have a large pp? Can I handle it? Would he let me touch it?

I shock my head vigorously.

'Mind stop wondering!' I yelled at myself, pushing my body through the door. Hoping to find some kind of distraction from my lewd thoughts.

The ecstatic scents of cold Martini met me first. The cool Autumn breeze whooshed in through the windows and seemed to mystify the room. Jazz playing on loop on the stereo and people tapping their feet to it while they sat across each other in playful romantic chatter.

There I was, in the middle of it all, standing alone by the entrance door, hugging a BTS ARMY SIGNED tote bag and completely lost in my reverie, again.

'Maybe I should go back. I am not ready for this'.

I suddenly grew cold feet again. Contemplating turning around for the twentieth time but I didn't. I wouldn't be a coward, not this time. Tomorrow morning would mark our Fifth Anniversary as Dating Couples. He already bought me a bloody expensive gift but what had I ever gotten him- A tie, a new pair of socks, an ancient meal made out of some archaic cuisine.

Well, not this time around. I pressed my lips together and took one step at a time. The long blonde hair resting nicely on my shoulders, slipped off strand by strand as I sauntered towards the fine wooden countertop.

I would give him the surprise of a lifetime. The one treasure no one in the world would give him. The only thing I owed that could really show him how much I loved him.

My eyes met the Ladies in emerald green standing behind the computer, wearing glittering smiles. Their names displayed angelically on brown tags hanging on their breast pockets. Jolie was the woman I was looking for.

Immediately we took notice of each other, she examined my face. I could tell she grasped why I was here, after that.

"Sia." She called me by my nickname, bending over slightly to pull a key card from amongst the plenty hidden underneath the counter.

"Mr. GrandStone did not mention you were coming." She flashed me a smile. A plastic smile. For a moment, I furrowed a brow. She never pretends, not with me.

"I did not tell him because I wanted to surprise him." I replied, meeting her gaze. Searching for answers.

"Oh. I see. Well, he will certainly be shocked to see you." She slipped the card into my open palm.

I grinned a little and turned, briskly walking towards the elevator. Something is wrong. The only time Jolie made that look was when Milan had been forced into his suite by some gangsters.

He was in trouble, again. The closer I got to him, the more I felt it. That chilling feeling. The heart racing, nail biting distress, it was all over like me like I was wet with anxiety.

I dialed Hover, his bodyguard, immediately the elevator slid open on the last floor. The perks of being the girlfriend of a multi millionaire.

I took a moment to wait for his response. He wasn't picking up. The Phone put me through voicemail four times. I bit down on my lips.

"Come on Hover, pick up. This isn't the time to play Mr. Disappointing." I muttered trying his number one last time. I still got voicemail.

"Dammit." I threw the phone into my bag and yanked out a crowbar. After that first incident, I developed a weird habit of keeping it around.

The hall was quiet. The humid breeze, cold but sweat drenched my crop top as I neared the golden door of SUITE 145. I placed the key card over the scanner, and the door opened. Some one's voice came through, into the passageway.

It sounded like a heavy gasp. My heart stopped.

'Oh good Lord'.