They stood at the door, ‘ROOM 303’ boldly written at the top.
Miguel place the card on the slot made for it. He unlocked the door and got in with Yolanda and Mr Leonard.
It was a sight to behold. Exquisite, could be used to describe the luxuriousness of the room… No doubt, it was vainglorious.
“You like it??” Mr Leonard asked.
“Yeah… More than I expected.” He said.
“That’s Golden Star for you.” He replied, staring at the room.
There was a king sized bed, covered up with a white bedsheet. A large closet for two. Drawers by each side of the bed. A dresser and a mirror by another end. There was a door by the side of the dresser which precisely led to the bathroom.
“I’ll leave you two now.” Mr Leonard said and dropping the luggages, he left.
“Phew!!!” Miguel breathe out, collapsing on the soft bed.
“Such a hectic day… I feel taking a nap but I very hungry right now.” He said and Yolanda scoffed.
She had tried calling her dad but wasn’t going through. She went to her luggage and began unpacking it and arranging it in the closet.
She was done, she picked her towel, wrapping it around her neck, she began walking to the bathroom.
“Are you perhaps going to take your bath, we could go together and maybe some little naughty stuff while bathing, what do you think??” She just snubbed him.
She was beginning to feel like she fit married to a lunatic coz this guy doesn’t behave like he has his complete sense.
She got into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Miguel sighed. “Okay, this is gonna be more difficult than I thought… I hope I don’t lose this.” He muttered.
≈ FLASHBACK ≈
“Gael!!! Gael!!” He called immediately he got into his penthouse, excitement could clearly be seen in his eyes.
“Gael!!!” He yelled looking around.
“Yo man! What’s up? Why are you screaming my name??” Gael asked as he climbed down the stairs.
He rushed to him.” Gael!!!” He pulled him to a bone crushing hug.
“Wha… Yo-you’re sque-eezing life outt-ta me… What’s up?” He stuttered and Miguel pulled away.
“Guess what Gael.” He said and Gael furrowed his brow.
“I’m not a girl, don’t tell me to guess.” He rolled his eyes.
“Silly, do you know who my bride is??” He asked, grinning widely.
“How will I know? I didn’t come with you…”
“It’s Yolanda dummy, like Yolanda Adams, the model… The one that slapped me in the airport, I’m f*cking getting married to her!!” He screamed excitedly.
“What did I say?? It’s destiny.” Gael grinned.
“F*ck destiny… I can’t wait to get underneath her pants… Thany girl drives me crazy, I’ll go mad if I don’t get laid with her.” He confessed and Gael stared at him.
“I don’t get it, don’t tell me you’re excited all because you wanna get laid with her. F*ck you Miguel and here I was thinking that you’re slowly falling in love with her.” Gael rasped.
“Oh f*ck love. Miguel Gonzàlez doesn’t love, he only f*cks a nice p*$$y, since this girl is playing hard to get I’ll have to use the only alternative I have.” He grinned.
“So you’re gonna divorce her after getting laid with her??” He asked and Miguel nodded.
“Of course.”
“You’re unbelievable Miguel… WTF!!”
“That’s why I’m called badass playboy.”
“So what if your plans flop?? What if you fall in love with her??” He asked and Miguel laughed.
“Oh c’mon Gael, screw that word ‘LOVE’ you know I don’t believe in that, I can’t even see myself in that, Eww!” He squeezed his face in disgust.
“Alright, let’s make a bet then, you’re will not break that girl’s heart, you will not forcefully get laid with her because you will fall in love with her.” He said and Miguel laughed hysterically.
“You’re just so funny, what are we betting with??” He asked with a smirk.
“You’ll know when the time comes, so… In or out??” He asked.
“Yunno I love challenge, in of course.” He smirked.
“We see to that.”
≈ END OF FLASHBACK ≈
He was surely not gonna lose, he trust himself. His growling stomach waved off the smile on his face.
“I should get something to eat.” He mumbled and left the room.
°°°°°
< MR LEONARD’S ROOM >
He was typing something on his laptop when his phone began ringing. He quickly picked up, immediately he saw the caller.
Mr Adams.
“Leonard?? How is everything going on there??” His voice buzzed on the phone.
“Good day sir, I was about calling you, I’ve picked them up.” He said to him.
“Okay… So what do you have to say??”
“Well sir, I must say, your dad is a d_1ckhead.”
“Really??”
“Yeah, but Miguel is a able to handle her. They are a very good pairing. Fire for ice… I love the combination.”
“I know, I’m the real brain behind this pairing anyways… Just do your work, bring this two together… I’m trusting you on this.”
“You sure can, I gave you my word.”
“Whenever they’re back from their one month honeymoon, I wanna see improvement in their relationship… Love can happen in a month, right??”
“Yeah it can but I can’t guarantee Miguel and Yolanda’s case but I’ll try my best.” He assured.
“I’ll be hoping for a positive result. Make sure they fall in love.”
“Okay sir… Bye.” He ended the call.
“Make sure they fall in love!” His words rang in his head.
“I’ll do my best sir.” He muttered.
^
^
≈ BACK IN MIGUEL AND YOLANDA’S ROOM ≈
Yolanda was done taking her bath, she could be seen sitting on the bed, writing down something in a piece of paper. She yawned tiredly and her stomach growled, then it occurred to her that she hasn’t had anything since morning.
She dropped pen and paper on the bed, grabbing her phone on the bed… She put on her flip flops and she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
She has only taken two steps from the door when she bumped into someone. ‘Is everyone blind, why do they keep bumping into me?!’ She thought.
The person caught her from falling and she raised her head to see who it was…
It was him…
The same guy from the shoot…
Fernando Pérez!
“What’s going on here??” Miguel’s voice came on and Yolanda pushed him.
She looked at Miguel, glint of jealousy could be found in his eyes.
She looked back at Fernando, he was smirking.
“What are you doing with my wife, Fernando Pérez??” He asked, as he went to stand beside her.
“Oh, she’s your wife??” Fernando asked, his smirk growing wide but Miguel was glaring dangerously.
“Yes, she’s my wife… Yolanda Miguel Gonzàlez.” He said, wrapping his hands around her waist, possessively.
TBC…
