My phone buzzed against my skin, waking me up from my sleep. It's 8 a.m.
I turn my head when I realia that the shower was running, the water droplets hitting the tiled floor.
The joint bathroom is made completely of glass since I'm in a couple's bedroom.
However, it obviously has curtains to hide whoever's showering, and Amelia had pulled them down.
I get out of the bed, the cold air of the room hitting my bare skin.
I turn the bathroom handle, but it's locked, of course.
"Miss Davis?" I shout out. "I need to use the toilet."
"Give me a second please," she shouts over the sound of the shower and the water abruptly turns off.
Seconds later she emerges out of the bathroom, wrapped in the soft white towel. Every inch of her body was covered in water droplets, and more were dripping down from the ends of her curls.
"Sorry, I was trying to get ready before you were up." She blushes.
The towel is wrapped around her chest, but it's low enough that the beginning of her cleavage is visible, and it stops in the middle of her thighs. I was stopped for a minute, helplessly looking at her. "You can go in now," she says and walks past me, the scent of her freshly washed hair fills my nostrils.
Despite wanting to look at her longer, I was desperate to pee. After finishing my business and brushing my teeth, I take a quick shower.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I exit the bathroom to get my clothes.
In the bedroom, Amelia is fully dressed and drying her hair, applying all sorts of creams into her curls.
I clear my throat to grab her attention as she was standing in front of my suitcase.
"Yes?" She turns around and her eyes widen in shock. "Mr King!" she exclaims.
She squints her eyes shut, avoiding seeing my half naked. Taking advantage of the situation, I walk over to her.
She's sitting on a stool, in front of the mirror and my bag was under the stool.
I stand behind her, but she's oblivious to it. I lean over holding the back of the stool with one hand for support.
I hover over her shoulder. "You weren't closing your eyes last night." I smirk.
Slowly her eyes open, she turns her head around to look over at me. "You caught me." She blushes violently.
"Don't worry I'm not trying anything," I say. "My bag is here."
My other arm goes over her shoulder and down between her legs, pulling my bag
from under the stool. She blushes even harder, and I chuckle to myself.
"What are you plans for today?" I ask from the bathroom, buttoning up my shirt before putting on my suit jacket.
"I have a meeting with Mr Takahashi soon. I'll probably get some breakfast first."
"By the time you're back, I'll be gone. My flight is in 2 hours, and I've already moved the reservation to your name," I say, spraying some cologne on.
"Oh." She pauses. "Thank you."
I watch her pack her purse which matched her black pants and blazer.
"Alright, see you in New York." She smiles when I give her the key card before leaving.
This felt so normal. Waking up to her in the shower, asking about her plans, making her blush.
Don't get used to it. My conscience tells me miserably.
I know I can't get used to it. This was one day and the only day it would happen.
I spend my last couple hours getting breakfast at the hotel and getting ready to leave.
My plane was ready to take off when I got there and the journey was pretty smooth, apart from the off turbulence.
When I get back to New York, it's around 1 a.m. and a Saturday night.
Night clubs were blaring music and the city came to life.
"Wait in the car for me, darling," a really familiar voice calls out. I turn around to see if
I'm just imagining things or not.
My body freezes in shock for a moment at what I'm seeing.
Chopra kissing some girl outside the club.
She was drunk-definitely but he seemed pretty much in his senses.
They kiss for what seems like ages, sloppily and nastily-I want to throw up.
She giggles as she pulls away and stumbles to the car waiting for him as he said.
He pulls out his phone appalling a number, after a couple of seconds it seems like whoever he called had answered.
"Hello, Amelia," he says. My jaw drops, how is he calling her right after kissing another girl? "I'm worn out. I just left my office and I'm going to bed-I'll call you tomorrow darling," he lies.
He looks to the car, where that girl is waiting for him, and smirks.
I contemplate whether or not I should say something, but my feet move towards him.
"Alexander, long time no see." I fake smile.
"Xavier, nice to see you." He shakes my hand-he was completely sober.
We make some small talk. "I'll leave you to it. I can see you've got a guest." I turn my head over to the girl.
"Well, I like to have my fun-I'm a team player." He laughs sickly.
"I understand." I pretend to empathetic with his mindset.
I'm about to walk away when I hear him call out my name.
"Mr King!" he shouts. I turn on one foot and look back at him. "Yes?"
"Please let this be our little secret."