FIVE MINUTES LATER
Thelma and Orlando were laughing and even snorting at some point. Whatever dumb joke Thelma cracked had them slouching on their seats that it hurts their ribs bad. Upon reaching the secret billionaire’s hotel room Thelma tried ignoring her urges and fought against the bubbling good feeling in her stomach. She hoped it was going to be an innocent glass of wine but who knew this would turn into a disaster.
“Th..that how I ended up here in Florida and I started working at the hotel-” Thelma slurred loudly and burped which brought in another fits of laughter between them. After they both calmed down and relax, Orlando then contributed to their blank discussion Thelma started.
“That must be hard for you.” Orlando was a bit crazy on the wine but was not close to being drunk like Thelma. A little while later he was starting to feel light headed and drowsy from excess wine. This was the biggest amount he ever had for years even his alcohol re
The sound of birds chirping on the trees behind the hotel brought Thelma back to reality. She rolled to her side and stretched her limbs but they hurt really bad. When she tried lifting her head it hurts even worse. Thelma knew the effect was from drinking excess alcohol last night when she wasn’t supposed to drink any. “Why did I let him get me into drinking last night? Gosh my head hurts so bad I can’t think.” She mumbled under her breath and clutched her head to help relieve the throbbing coursing through the veins in her temples. Thelma thought laying down for extra hours might help, only a few minutes on the bed and she was already feeling sick in the stomach. “How much did I drink? Please someone help my mind here?” She continues to mumble under her breath with her face stuck into a pillow. Thelma could not handle the hangover anymore and was feeling nauseous, so she rolled to her other side to get up but an arm around her waist prevented her. Like someone who’
At Sweet Dream’s Hotel…Orlando woke up from his side of the bed not feeling the usual effect of tiredness back pain or any headaches. It brought a huge smile on his lips, an emotion he wasn’t used to. He rolled to his side attempting to spoon Ava only to find an empty space, Orlando frowned, his eyes still closed.‘where is she?’He felt around again hoping his mind played an early morning trick on him but got faced with reality, an empty ruffled sheet greets him. Orlando’s eyes snap open and were fully alert to his surroundings. “This can’t be, maybe I am dreaming.” He said to himself.The curtains were the same as last night, so was the table and chairs in front of the bed. Orlando could only imagine what went on the previous night. Every act was a blur except a few parts he’s still trying to piece back.“Where could she have gone to?”
They both walked to Kaycee’s office using the back door in the restaurant. “Take a seat.” He offered Thelma, she sat down without any complaints, eagerly trying to solve this heavy mishap. “What would like to have?” Kaycee asked while making himself a cup of coffee.“I didn’t come here to have coffee and you know that.” Thelma replied, signs of anger edging her voice.“I know but isn’t it the way to treat a guest?” He asks.“Kaycee I have no idea what you are thinking right now. I am not having a tea party with you. This is a serious matter and it needs to be addressed now. So if you want some coffee drink up and explain or you will just explain to me what the heck happened last night?” She spoke angrily through gritted teeth.“I don’t get it?” Kaycee frowned and sat on his chair. “What do you want me to explain?”“Don’t pretend l
Orlando reached the moderately decent motel that has been booked ahead for his work. Without much time being wasted he walked inside the motel and went upstairs to his rented room to get ready for another day at the job. Orlando always had been a fan for expensive, posh, catchy luxuries but for the sake of his non-job ‘the spy job’ he couldn’t spend the privilege as he wanted, not that he hated being a spy but the odds that came with it could be very inconvenient.After properly wearing his disguise which consists of a fake nose, blonde wig glued temporarily to his head, blue contact lens, and a voice modulator beneath his throat that was concealed with the collar of his cream shirt. Orlando packed the previous clothes he wore arranging them inside the black bag and hiding it safely behind the wall of the rented room.He did a recheck in front of the portrait mirror to make sure his disguise was in place, he wasn’t signing up to be caught in his
Thelma walked into the small fast food where she used to relax and enjoy one of the best pancakes in Florida. During the day she is here eating pancakes and reading a novel while waiting for her night shift and at night she is working at the hotel. Thelma uses this as an opportunity to clear her mind from stress especially the one Kaycee put her through.Thelma ordered a small number of strawberry pancakes with a glass of orange juice, she sits alone pondering on her conversation with Kaycee and how things were to turn out if she agrees to something very illegal but the right to do. The right thing to end this phase.“God help me with this, I feel so helpless now.” She begs the almighty.Hours earlier…“Ava means you.” Kaycee told her. “He wants to see you. Desperately!”“That’s crazy Kaycee, he can’t be obsessed with a woman he just met.” Thelma declared. This was insane o
Thelma struggled to move her head or say ‘hi’ her entire body was compelled to freeze on spot after hearing his voice. She wanted to say ‘hi’ she wanted to respond eagerly but her senses were numb to her commands. His aura had a strange effect on her that causes her to freeze in shock. “Hello?” He tried again. This time he waved his hand in her face to get some reaction and it worked. “Hiiii…” Thelma swoon and awkwardly clears her throat when she realizes what she did. “Is this seat taken?” He ask. “No, not at all, please have your seat.” Her words almost failed her but she kept on holding strong like she’s always been. “Thanks.” They both stayed in a comfortable silence but Orlando volunteered to begin a conversation to ease the tension between them. “So, what’s your name?” He asked a flushed Thelma who was trying to avoid his gaze by playing with her white blonde hair. “Come on isn’t it what women expect from us men. Don’t you like t
A week after the incident…Orlando and Mike finally moved into the new apartment Quinn told them to occupy, they were to stay in the community, keeping a low profile while working on fishing out information about the prime suspect of late Valentino Zachary until the case gets closed. Quinn is yet to reveal how this Cassy Dora looks like, for now all they have to do is be careful and wait.Orlando wondered why Quinn picked this place, it wasn’t in the best condition for major or minor repairs neither was it in the best condition for a human to live inside. The kitchen sinks needed repairs, the rooms were all worn out and the door squeaks annoyingly each time someone opens it. Orlando was convinced to believe the last occupant of the house must be a terrible person for damaging a property so badly.“And Quinn says five star hotels are terrible.” Orlando muttered to himself while glaring at his new home.&ld