Tormented

12. Different

Lucy pov

I head back to the lobby.

Why doesn't he get it? I can't do whatever I want like, he can. He's a CEO, a billionaire. I'm his PA, someone who's never lived with wealth. We're complete opposites.

I can't, I just can't. Even if I want to.

I shake my head, finally making it to the lobby. I go to the front desk and ask for my room number. The worker quickly gives me my number and smiles at me, as I leave, waving at me. This hotel has good staff.

I think back to the girl flirting with James.

Well, maybe not that good.

Did I just-?

Don't even think about it.

I make my way upstairs, 2nd floor, and 5 rooms down. 11, it says on the cream white door, matching the walls around it. I take out my key card and swipe it in the machine attached to the door.

It opens and my jaw drops.

Red velvet couches and cream white walls like the door surround me as I take a step in.

My mouth waters as I think of red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. My favorite.

I walk in slowly and skim my fingers on the couch, afraid to interrupt the perfection in any way. I walk on the hard cold but beautiful textile floor, with patterns of roses, the color of the blood.

Being poor all your life, you forget there are luxuries like this in the world, you also wonder why, if they have enough money for things like this, don't they help those in need more?

I sigh.

It's how the world works but it not how it should work. All of a sudden, the beauty of the room diminishes, just a little.

I walk through the suite until I find my bedroom. I open the door to it and it's just as stunning as the living room. My bed looks fluffy, there's a flat screen tv, and a desk where I can do my work at.

I put my stuff in the walk-in closet and fall on my bed. I just want to relax these couple days, no stress, no worrying, nothing.

Just for once, some me time.

James pov

I put my head on my pillow and try to think.

How am I going to get Lucy to like me, let alone love me? She has herself convinced that being with me is going to lose her, her job. But, I'm the CEO I'm the only one with the ability to fire her, and I won't.

I sit up from my bed.

I know that I feel something more for her, something special. But she's right, I don't know what it is. I don't know what love feels like because I was never given any.

Lucy's the only one I've ever... felt like this towards.

I want to clear the air right now though. So she doesn't have to feel awkward with me while doing her job. I already know her room number, right next to mine, right where I booked it.

I get up and head out my door. I stand in front of hers in a matter of seconds.

What if...

No, just gotta clear the air. For her and for me.

I take a deep breathe and exhale.

Am I nervous right now? For a woman? I guess there's a first time for everything though. Especially with Lucy.

I finally knock on the door and hear a creek. The door opens and Lucy stands at the door frame with droopy, sleepy eyes, and messy hair, with a light night robe on. Without her usual suit, she looks so innocent. And beautiful.

I gasp, unable to contain my surprise and desire.

She looks up slowly and her eyes widen.

"Why are you...?" She begins to ask me, but I hug her to my chest, making her trail off.

"James." She says. I hug her tighter.

"James." I hug her even tighter.

"James, I can't breathe..." I loosen my grip, but keep her to my chest.

"Truce?" I ask, hoping she'll forgive me.

"Truce." She says, as she puts her arms around me.

I melt a little inside. She definitely needs to be mine. Utterly and completely.

She clears her throat. I look down.

"So we're friends, right? You understand now?"

My heart drops.

Not this again.

I nod stiffly.

She smiles and my mood instantly lifts again. I hug her, just a little bit tighter and grin.

Mine.