Skin Perfume

She’s alone again, Amora thought to herself as she said goodbye to Camila on the phone and hung up. She heard the door open and then close to announce her father's disappearance from the house again.

She clenched her fist, tears filled her eyes blinding her for a moment as she tried to control that feeling roaming inside of her already.

Why is she treated this way? Why can't he just stay with her for a while? But why would he when he hated to see her so badly.

“Non avresti mai dovuto nascere. (You should never have been born!)” She could hear him cursing at her mother when she was still alive.

She wheeled around and stormed her way into her father's room.

Moonray flooded the room through the curtains, she walked to the light switch and turned it on and light flooded the room.

She went to her father's drawer and threw it open, searching recklessly through the files and documents.

She didn't find anything tangible that she wanted. She went to her father's stand, then his bed and raised his pillow, then she saw what she was looking for.

Dollars in clean currency! She reached for her bag and packed every currency into her bag.

“I will never come back.” She mumbled to herself as she hurried away.

It was raining heavily outside but she didn't mind. Heavy droplets of rain on her body made her feel calmer and made her body ache to subside.  Her feet were sore, she didn't realize she was barefoot until she was out of the house.  

She was shaking and every headlight from every car in the middle of the road got her closing her eyes and moving out of the way as they sped past splashing some water on her.

She didn't stop walking, her body was wet and her clothes were gummed to her skin and she trudged on  until she stopped in front of DAHALIA'S HOTEL, the biggest hotel in the area.

She walked in with her clothes dripping wet, “Addetto alla reception (Receptionist) Uhm, can I get a room please?” She asked weakly while the receptionist scrutinized her with her eyes.

She reached for her wet bag and brought out the wet cashes and they dripped of water until she kept them on the counter.

With a disgusted look on the receptionist's face, “No, you can't get a room here. This is not a kind of hotel where you just walk in looking like that and expect to get a room.”

“Per favore. (Please) I really need a place I can crash my head for tonight.” She said in a pleading voice. “Uhm…” she ransacked her bag to see if she could get more money out of it. She dolled out more cash and dropped them.

“I'm sorry young lady but we don't…”

“Is that how you treat your customers, receptionist?” A husky looking man intervened and she turned to take in the figure who spoke and at the same time, coming towards her.

Her stomach sank when she took in the man's illuminating presence, tall, huge and muscular. Wearing a black suit and his cologne feeling her nostrils made her feel calmer and more relaxed.

He was standing behind her making all her insides sway and quiver, she could feel the heat of his skin and the vibration of his body due to the cold. The hair on his arms grazed hers and goose bumps filled her skin immediately.

Her body has never reacted so positively to a man like this before. She turned to look at him to catch him staring at her all these while.