'Long Night '

10:50p.m
Hawaii International Airport.

As soon as the plane stopped running through the runway, relief swept through my body.

Throughout the flight, I had a nauseous swell in my stomach. I wondered why I suddenly got air-sick as it wasn't my first time traveling by air.

Mr. Ross had taken no notice of my discomfort as he was engaged with a business magazine he procured from a unidentifiable source.

With the way he treated me and his other employees, I would have been right to say that he was a selfish and uncaring man, but within me, I knew that an event that had happened in his past was responsible for his mean personality.

When we finally abandoned the plane, Mr. Ross led me out of the airport to a limo parked at a corner.

An elderly man whose hands were clasped at his back bowed slightly as we got to him.

"This is Miss Florence, my personal assistant, Florence, meet Fabian, our chauffeur." Mr Ross introduced and I gave the man a charming smile which he discreetly returned.

After we got into the limo, I received a message from Tamara.

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Hola, Comó Estas (hello, how are you)

I rolled my eyes.

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Snap out of it Tam, I'm still mad at you.

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How's Hawaii? I heard there are lots of coconut trees there, I think that's where I'm spending my next vacation.

She ignored the fact that I was still mad at her for kicking me out of the house in nothing but a tank top and a pair of sweat pants which rewarded me with annoying stares of many people at the airport.

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Does mom know about this?

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She was too excited to have you out of the house. She said she wouldn't have to bother about our constant fighting.

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You both are traitors, I thought you loved me.

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We love you so much, take care of yourself. *kiss kiss*

I sighed and leaned back into the comfortable car seat.

After a couple of minutes, the limo parked in front of an enormous building  while I admired the beautiful architecture,  When I was done with running my eyes over the building, I noticed that Mr. Philip was no longer in his sweat, so, I grabbed my phone and slid out of the car.

My boss was standing at the entrance of the building staring at an object in the distance.

"We'll be staying here for the night, tomorrow we'll be off to Maui." He spoke when I walked up to his side.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked. His face was positioned in a different direction so I assumed he was taking to someone else even if I saw no one standing close to him.

"Is there any other person bearing the name of Florence here?" He asked in a gruff voice and started walking into the building while I trailed behind him like the faithful P.A I claimed to be.

"There might be."

The cold Hawaiian breeze hit my exposed skin making me shiver. I tried inducing a little heat by rubbing my palm against my arm but it did little to warm up my numbed skin. I hurried into the hotel and found Mr. Ross conversing with the receptionist who smiled coquettishly like he was some kind of prize she hoped to win.

"A deluxe room please." Those were the only words I made out from their conversation.

When I approached them, the smile on the receptionist's face vanished. Maybe she assumed I was his girlfriend. I shot a toothy smile at her and she rapidly averted her gaze from me and started fumbling with some key cards scattered all over her marble desk.

Hearing excited screams from behind us, I spun around. A small crowd was starting to form around us like we were delicious treats waiting to be devoured.

"Oh my gosh, that's Philip Ross!" A lady exclaimed and clutched her chest dramatically.

Mr Ross seemed unperturbed by the excited people taking pictures of us. I wasn't either. My mom was also wealthy remember?

After a keycard was handed to Mr Philip, he pulled me by my wrist and led me to an elevator.

Once in the elevator, he dropped my hand like I had scalded his skin.

The elevator dinged once we got to the desired floor. I stepped out before Mr Ross and took in the beauty of the hotel, the flowers neatly arranged, the portraits on the wall, the chandeliers hanging above my head, everything spoke of class.

He swiped the key card in a door and it slid open.

The sight before me was dazzling, the interior of the deluxe room was breathtaking. I spent a few seconds glancing at the walk-in closet, the Jacuzzi, the golden tables, cabinets and even the elegant sofas positioned at a corner.

"I'll be out for a few minutes." Mr. Ross spoke, breaking the spell I was under.

I wondered where he'll be staying since he only got a key card.

"Where will you be staying?" I questioned. He walked towards the window from which I could see tiny lights in the distance.

"Here."

I gaped at him wondering if I heard him correctly. I dramatically cleaned my ear, still not believing that I'll be sharing a room with my boss.

"I don't want you escaping." He added and strode leisurely to the large curtains which veiled the city from our eyes.

"Yeah right." I snorted and fell on the bed which was bouncy like mine at home.

He left the window side and briskly walked out of the room. I sighed dreamily and looked at the designs fixed on the high ceiling.

I played a game with my phone till he came back holding a bag.

"Here's a change of clothes, change out of those clothes." He nodded at my clothes.

"Wait..." I tried protesting, but the bag which landed on my face shut me up.

"Hey." I shoved the bag off my face. He grinned at me and placed his phone on the dresser beside him.

I slid out of the bed and pulled the bag towards me. Peering inside, I saw a jean trouser, a button down shirt, and a pair of boots enclosed in a transparent box. There was a flimsy night wear inside too.

I shot him a grateful look and he nodded.

He began unbuttoning his shirt and my eyes widened. I slapped my hands over my face.

What is he doing?

I peeked through my fingers and saw that he had stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He wore a smirk on his face which I badly desired to wipe off.

"What?" he asked in amusement, feigning oblivion.

"Could you at least tell me when next you want to rip your shirt off your body?" I frowned.

"Would you want to help? I'll gladly utilize your services." He smiled.

His last statement made me wish I could hurl him out of the window.

With a frown intended for him, I stomped off towards the jacuzzi which was enclosed in a glass frame which fortunately wasn't see-through.

I slipped my clothes off and flung them away. I heard Mr Ross mumbling some swear words as my clothes fell to the floor.

After I concluded with washing my body clean. I wiped the water dripping from my body with a sparkling white towel folded in a corner.

I wore the night wear which fortunately didn't reveal too much. I packed my hair up in a bunch and stepped out of the enclosed area.

Mr Ross didn't glance in my direction, much to my relief. Instead, he walked past me with a towel around his neck.

As I lay in bed, I heard the sound of water escaping the shower. I knew the night would be a very long one.

Thank you for reading!

Dedicated to Nubian_Princess16
Momo_197_Katsuki and geebae09