My Sugar Daddy

Deja Vu

Chanel POV

“Hey, Chanel. We’re going to the beach after breakfast. Wanna come?” Jenny called from behind me.

“Um, sure. Who’s we?” I replied while stretching my arms upward.

“Oh, Matt and John will be there. Will that be okay with you?” She said hesitantly.

“Sure. No problem with me.” I looked back at her and grinned. “I’ll just do my morning bathroom routine. Meet you downstairs.” Jenny waved then went out of the room.

I looked out of the window then sighed. Such a beautiful view! I have been staying in a hostel in Honolulu for one week already. Will be here for another week and have to stay until July 31. Everything seemed normal outside. But I had this feeling that something is about to happen today. I hope that something would lead me near to what is to happen in Wil Hotel.

It had been three weeks since mom passed away. Upon investigation, mom had bought a few bottles of wine from a supermarket near her place of work. She took time sitting inside her parked car, all the while drinking alcohol. After three hours, when she was on her way home, the car swerved to the opposite lane and proceeded to crash on the steel barrier. She suffered severe internal hemorrhage and was not able to recover. Mom left me. She gave up on me.

I had decided on cremation right away. There was no use of holding a wake, when we have nobody else. How cruel can life be?

My friends from school had been calling and texting me, but I could not be bothered in answering any of them. I forgot that it was my graduation the following day. Apparently, the news reached the school body and I have been getting condolences messages. Some even visited me in the apartment and brought food. My mom’s officemates would at times drop by to check up on me.

After I was done with the police and the hospital, I took time to check mom’s phone. I was looking for something or any clue that would have caused mom to go back to drinking. We were doing okay. She was doing okay, but something must have triggered like the first time she drank a whole bottle of wine. I looked first through her social media apps, but nothing. I went to her email, sms inbox and calls, nothing.  Then I noticed the memo, which was separated from all the other apps. I opened it and it says - “July thirty. Wil Hotel, Honolulu.” Nothing else after that. The date the memo was saved coincided with the date of the car crash.

I don’t know why, but that memo compelled me into flying out here. For about two days after the accident, I ran through mine and mom’s belongings. I just took everything that is valuable and useful. Everything that can be sold, I put them on sale online. Everything else were donated to charity. I do not want to burden myself with a lot of possessions, when I would be going from one place to another. Since I have access to mom’s bank account online, I have transferred all her money to my account. The amount was quite substantial for me, as I am now living alone and do not have to think of anyone else. I booked a ticket to Hawaii and prayed that everything was not I thought it will be. For the rest of my days in Santa Cruz, I finished everything that I had to do. After Hawaii, I do not know where I would go. Should I not be getting ready for college? I don’t know. Let me face July 30 first, then we will see where I will go next.

So here I am now, a week from my target date, staying in a hostel in Honolulu with Jenny as my roommate. As I splurged already on the airfare going to Hawaii, I opted to book a hostel instead.  Jenny had just graduated from college and had decided to travel first before finding work. We arrived the same day and had been acting like my sister after knowing about my past. Matt and John are cousins from the other room. They had just graduated from college, too. And like Jenny, as well, they would like to travel around before working.

Anyway, Matt had taken fancy to liking Jenny. John, well, he had been hanging out with me when Matt had ditched him a few times. I don’t know why he would prefer to hang out with me. I thought college guys go for more mature girls. Probably Jenny had told both of them about me and my past and had been keeping an eye on me, too. Well, I do not need a baby-sitter.

Over the past week that I was here, I have been going back and forth to Wil Hotel. It would have been awesome to have booked there, will save me much energy, but the lowest rate per night was seven hundred dollars. Would you believe that? For my two-week stay here, that would be almost ten thousand dollars! My goodness! No, not wasting money. But let me tell you.

I have been going around the lobby, but could not proceed to the upper floors. I was hoping that I could get information, but of course, the receptionist would not provide me any detail on what functions would be held in the hotel on July 30. I was hoping I would be able to find clues, bump into familiar persons, but nada.

So, we already had our breakfast, and were on our way to the beach. I had my tote with me, with my beach essentials inside. I don’t know if he was just teasing me, but I was shocked when John offered to carry the bad for me. It was not even heavy! I smiled sweetly at him. I said no, but told him he can buy me ice cream later. He laughed, but replied that it’s a deal.

I was wearing a knee-length cover up dress, with my bikini underneath. I saw others walking wearing only their bikinis, but I was not comfortable doing that. It was not like I do not have the body to flaunt. I have DD cup sized t**s, a slim waist, and a round, firm booty. Jenny was wearing a nearly transparent mini dress over her bikini. She could have just taken off the dress, and her look will be the same. Maybe I can try to be daring in the future, but not now.

The day passed by as normal as the other days. We had enjoyed the morning at the beach. Lunch at a nearby diner. I had the ice cream John promised me. The nagging feeling that something is about to happen is still there. We were on our back to our hostel when I felt that I had to go to Wil Hotel.

“Hey, guys, I’m sorry, but can I go ahead? I have to check something out in the mall.” I looked at Jenny meaningly.

“We can go with you.” John offered.

“Thank you, John. But it might take time. I do not want to bother you.”

“Yeah, sure. But update us, okay? Call or text me.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, sister.” I rolled my eyes, then we all laughed.

I was sitting on a lounge chair in the lobby discreetly looking around. Who or what could I be waiting here for? I have sitting for forty-five minutes already. One of the doormen had been giving me an eye already. I don’t know if he was being suspicious of me or whatever.

This is stupid, I thought. I stood up and walked towards the stores, until I stopped in front of a coffee shop. I was contemplating if I should go inside, when my phone vibrated inside my tote bag. Jenny texted asking if I was okay. I replied that I am and will just have coffee before I go back to the hostel. From my peripheral view, the door opened. It was as if inviting me to proceed inside. I was still looking at my phone, when I stepped forward. Because perhaps I was too slow, I thought the door closed on me and I bumped my head. I was falling and, closing my eyes, awaited the pain that will course through my butt, but nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes, and there in front of me are the most gorgeous, bluest eyes I have ever seen.