I didn’t know what kind of voodoo this crazy man had on me, but I suddenly was on the couple’s side who stood in front of me. It was time to get checked in and away from his ass.
As I focused on taking deep breaths, the concierge reluctantly followed through with Mr. Spivy’s requests. When they finished, he turned and looked at the growing line behind him. It took me completely off guard when he smiled fully, showing off perfectly straight white teeth.
Good God.
I had to fight my hand from flying to my chest and clutching my invisible pearls. This man was fine as fuck.
He looked at the couple in front of me, and his grin widened. “Why y’all cut in front of this young lady like that?”
“Huh? W-we . . . we didn’t?—”
“Tsk-tsk. That’s pretty rude. You should do the right thing and give her the spot back, right?”
Again, I couldn’t see their faces, but I could imagine their jaws hung open, just like mine was. I wanted to speak up and tell him he was confused, but something told me Mr. Spivy knew he was full of shit. His ass knew damn well the older couple didn’t steal my spot in line. All I could do was shake my head and try, once again, to hide a fit of giggles.
Mr. Spivy glared at them so hard, I shook in my damn flip flops, and I wasn’t even the one in trouble. Hell, all of us were grown as hell. None of us were in trouble, but this man made us all feel like we needed to fall in line and follow whatever rules he put forth.
Slowly, the couple in front of me turned to face me. Through clenched teeth, the man said, “Go ahead.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I grabbed my bags and moved around them, more than ready to get to my room.
As I passed by Mr. Spivy, I winked at him with a grin, and he chuckled before he clapped the older man, now behind me, on the back and said, “Good man.”
The flustered concierge swiftly helped me check in to my room, and when I turned back around to find the elevators, I was disappointed to see Mr. Spivy had disappeared. That was probably for the best.
Quickly, I found the elevator as I lugged my bags behind me. When the elevator let me off on my floor, I easily found my room and had no issues getting inside.
“Okay, this is nice.” I dragged out the last word as I looked around. It felt like I was in paradise. There was a large balcony, a huge bed, and a gigantic bathroom. The colors were light blues and oranges, giving very much tropical haven.
The bed called my name, but first, I knew I needed to check in with my crazy ass people before they started blowing my phone up like Donzell’s stupid ass.
After placing my bags by the bed, I tapped out a text to my parents, brother, and sister before I FaceTimed my best friend, Sloane.
“Bestie,” she sang as soon as her face filled the screen.
Sloane had been my best friend since third grade. Locked in was an understatement. Her ass was a part of my family, and I was a part of hers. It was because of the love we had for each other that I was even on this damn trip. She, along with my parents and siblings, had begged me to take some time to myself, especially her and my sister. Eventually, I gave in because I knew they only had my best interest at heart.
“Hi, best,” I sang back as I walked around the room, checking everything out. The minibar was stocked, and I would definitely be clearing that bad boy out by the time I left.
“How are you? How’s the resort? Are you feeling relaxed yet? Tell me everything,” Sloane asked all in one run-on sentence.
“I’m fine but definitely not relaxed. The trip here was hell,” I replied as I perched on the end of the bed. I didn’t want to lay on it until I showered, but damn if it wasn’t calling my name.
Sloane groaned. “I know. That was some bullshit with the delay and your luggage.”
“Yeah.” The line was silent for a second before I said, “And Donzell keeps calling me.”
Sloane rolled her brown eyes, and I fought the smile trying to break out on my face. If one thing in the world was a fact, it was that my bestie hated Donzell with a passion.
“Block his dumbass.”
“If he keeps calling, I will, but I’ll have to unblock him when I get home. I still need him to sign this lease over to his name and all that shit. I have to try to play a little nice for a few more weeks.”
“Hate that for you.”
“Same.”
We fell silent again as I let my thoughts wander before Sloane spoke again. “Why don’t you go to the beach or something? I know your ass wants to get in the bed, but you could have done that at home.”
