Love At Last

Hotel lobby

Lily

It was a smooth 25 minutes drive in Cayden’s chrome painted grey Mercedes Gwagon, it was sure big and made alot of reving noice, it was an intimidating car that was sure going to make a statement if it went pass you car. It seemed that Cayden had a thing for high performance cars, maybe he had childhood dreams of becoming a racer but I guess those suits and ties say otherwise. He had the SUV brought to the (insert name of airport) for our arrival and had even made sure our luggages was tucked neatly in the trunk of the car. We arrived at the hotel at about 11:47pm and at that point I was already too exhausted to want to savor the sensational ambiance of the luxurious King’s and Queen’s hotel and suites, little wonder it had such a grand name. The hotel had royalty spelt all over it, from the gigantic chandeliers that hung freely from the ceiling to the gold plated railings that trailed the steps all the way to the next floor. This was indeed a seven star hotel and I could only imagine how much Cayden could have spent to reserve rooms for us here. By the way, my exhaustion wasn’t from the flight but from the many hours we spent waiting for our flight to be cleared for travel, the weather was very poor and made it almost impossible for any plane to take off until after a few hours.

As soon as we parked at the entrance of the hotel lobby, two hotel attendants approached the SUV, one went for our luggages in the trunk while the other retrieved the car key from Cayden as we both highlighted from the car, he was going to chauffeur the car to the underground parking lot as was customary for arriving guests and would bring it back here whenever Cayden wanted to use the car.

We approached one of the attendants at the hotel counter and she immediately greets us with the warmest of smiles even before saying a word “Hello! Welcome to the King’s and Queen’s hotel and suites, how can I be of help?” She had this mode of speech like those ladies who hosted advertisements on commercials, she had a polished Canadian accent that furnished her sentences the most.

“Hello, I have a reservation for two rooms with the name Cayden McLou” Cayden spoke calmly like we didn’t both share the same exhaustion from today

“Alright Mr Cayden, give me a few seconds to confirm your reservations please” the fine receptionist replays

“Well Mr Cayden, there’s a reservation here for just one room and not two, a deluxe prince room to be specific” she finally speaks after surfing her screen with her fingers for a short while.

“That’s not right, I could have sworn I made provision for reservations of two rooms” Cayden’s mood immediately changes from a calm one to that of utter confusion, his both eyebrows now reaching for the other.

“I’m sorry Sir but your log only shows a room reservation in your name” The receptionist maintains her composure and to my greatest surprise, her smile too.

Cayden tilts to check my reaction and retreats his face as soon as our eyes meet “Well isn’t this embarrassing” he mutters and then tries to salvage the situation “Do you have any other available rooms please, I’ll pay” Trust Cayden to always make everything about his money. For someone who was overly concerned about this trip, he had fucked up the simplest of things he had to do

“No not at all, all our rooms and suites are currently reserved and would not be free until tomorrow” Cayden spends a while to worry his mind but the receptionist interrupts his contemplating session “Do I have the attendants take your Luggages to your room please?”

“Alright, we’ll do with the room” we didn’t have a choice, it was already quite late in the night and there was little chance that we would get available rooms in another hotel.

“Wonderful, he’ll show you to your rooms, please walk with him to the elevator” she pointed to the attendant who had earlier gotten our luggages from the car and now had them in a carrier.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Thank you… Racheal” Cayden gets a glance at her name tag and calls her by her name.

We got to the room and I immediately began that all important conversation. I needed to set up rules and boundaries that we were both going to abide by, I wasn’t about to allow anything to happen nor was I going to be a one night stand, especially not one of Cayden’s.

“Hey Mr look here, we are going to have boundaries in this room and I’d appreciate if you stock to them” He chuckles and I immediately feel dumb “And what’s so funny”

“Well it’s just your baby effort to try and prevent whatever you presumably think is going to happen between us, I can understand that you’ve not been in a room alone with a man especially not one as charming as myself but I assure, I do not have the time or intention for any such as long as you stay where you are supposed to” Cayden waves off my seriousness and my state of dumbness becomes more evident.

“Regardless, I’m not about to take any chances. In fact I’ll go as far as demarcating the bed, I don’t want any funny business” I defend myself.

Cayden laughs “I do not have the time or strength for this, do whatever makes you feel safe alright? You could even demarcate the room if that would quench your fear” he laughs a little more this time and it pricks me.

“I want to shower now, meaning I’ll take off some of my clothes, do you want to close your eyes or trunk around?” It was how he made fun of my carefulness and manipulated it to his own amusement. I hiss and turn to face the TV.

He began by taking off his shirt and singlet and my all too curious self could not help but see the high and mighty Mr Cayden’s body. And so I turned my head quietly like I was trying to avoid rippling the air around me and my eyes adored what they saw. The mountains and valleys that formed on his back as he pull his singlet from his upper body enthralling, so much so that I couldn’t help but clenched my almost sweaty hands to my thighs. His arms finally come down and the skin of his now direly contoured naked shoulders now appear polished silver in the glow of the light that perched on the ceiling. The sexual rush becomes so intense that as his head rolls back, tensing the muscles in his thick neck he catches me biting my lower lip.

“Miss Lily, are you checking me out?” He gives this corny look.

“Oh please, you’ve got an awful body”

“Wait what!?”