8. I CAN NEVER LOVE
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I CAN NEVER LOVE
BRODY’S POV
I always come to Miami for two reason. One is because I can be able to surf. I love surfing a lot and this is like my therapy. In case my brain feels too clouded, then I can be able to forget that for a hot minute and just surf. At the end of the day, I would feel better and therefore, I will be able to think about what to do next. I would think about the stress and the issues that were clouding my mind.
Today is no exception. I was going to surf so as to calm myself from all this stress and issues concerning bringing The Grand Hotel to the top position, as it normally was.
The second reason as to why I come to Miami is simply because I can be myself. At my hometown, everyone knew me as the wealthiest billionaire and this made them treat me in a certain way. The paparazzi went crazy around me and this really pissed me off. Here however, nobody knows me. I can be at the beach surfing and doing my shenanigans but no one would notice me.
My bodyguards will be present, that is for sure but only at some distance. I normally come to Miami to be myself.
I didn’t care about the girl I fired once we landed. All that I know is that I never wanted to ever lie my eyes on her. I don’t want to see her ever again.
I boarded sports car that was waiting for me so as to drive me all the way to the beach hotel. No words were exchanged in the 45minute ride. I was a man of a few words. I did not tolerate any bullshit and all my employees knew that.
What about Ryan? My brain thought of this and I didn’t know what to think.
He is the only person that I had talked to in a friendly way. I also employed him in the hotel, something that I rarely do. All that I am used to doing is just firing people and being harsh on people so as to freak them out.
He is not special. It is just that I wanted the information that he had. He is good-looking and all that good stuff but that does not mean that I was ever going to tolerate him again. If anything, I would bring him close so as to bully him into telling me more about my enemies. He signed up for this, not me.
The car was parked right on the entrance of the hotel and I walked out. My bodyguards followed me closely as I walked swiftly past the lobby.
I went straight to the VIP lift which took me upstairs. I love being at the top most floor hence that is where my room was exactly booked.
My bodyguards walked with me to my room. They opened the door for me and I walked in.
They had to remain outside though. That was their job.
Removing my coat and throwing myself on the bed made me feel so relieved. f**k, it has been long since I was here. I totally needed this break.
I laid in bed for a couple of minutes before I decided to walk to the window and enjoy my view. Wow, I love all the blue. The blue from the ocean and the clear sky blue sky. People were at the beach already, some were surfing and I decided that I should as well go ahead and surf.
I removed my tie, followed by my shirt and trousers. My bad was already in so all I did was to take on of the beach shorts that had been packed for me by my stylist. Taking my glasses, I walked out of the room with my surf board on the other hand.
The bodyguard rushed after me but this time, they were keeping some distance.
Once we started walking at the sandy beach, I removed my sandals and allowed the cold water to get to my feet. Wow, this feeling gets better each and every time. I was feeling so refreshed.
For the rest part of the day, I spent the entire day surfing. I loved this sport. I swear, if we didn’t own the Grand Hotel, then I would be doing surfing as a real sport. It is just that I had to give up my passion for the sake of the Hotel. I love our Hotel, don’t get me wrong. I was going to do all it takes to ensure that we are going to be great again.
At the end of the day, I left the beach. My towel was dangling on my shoulder and my entire body was dripping with water.
“You were great out there,” One of my bodyguards complemented me but I didn’t care. I know I am great, I do not need someone to tell me what I already know.
Once I was in my room, I took a long relaxing shower and changed to comfortable cloths. A sweatpants and a t-shirt. This is how I normally dress when I am home. I am the only person who knows this side of me. Most people think that even at home, I normally wear a suit. I don’t blame them though, I wear suits all the time because I want that respect.
I called for room service and ordered in. My meal was served in a couple of minutes. My meal was accompanied by a bottle of tequila to sooth me and make me relax.
I tried doing some reading but I was too exhausted for that.
I decided to retire to bed early so that I could get up early and head home. I needed to work.
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BRODY’S POV
“I love you Ryan, please don’t ever leave me. Without you, I am nothing. I need you in my life,” I told Ryan who shook his head.
“Come on Ryan, come and be mine,” I begged.
“Will you promise to be kind to me?” He asked.
“Of course I will,” I told him and he moved closer.
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BRODY’S POV
Fuck! What kind of a dream is that? I woke up hugging my pillow tightly. No, I can’t be dreaming about such things. I need to dream about the Hotel. No, this is not right.
What does this even mean? That at some point in my life I will fall in love with Ryan. Hell no. First of all, I don’t believe in love.
Secondly, I will never change for someone. Never!
This dream is something that will never happen. This is equally a confusion. I should be dreaming of somethings which are better than this.
Not about a cleaner called Ryan.
- Writer
